<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5326424588995453774</id><updated>2012-01-12T15:49:25.505-07:00</updated><category term='New'/><category term='dreams'/><category term='scary'/><title type='text'>Iverson's</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Shawna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10526114922907555384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S4WQVZrAoiI/AAAAAAAABnw/LZPApbCWUUg/S220/HP1+232.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>152</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5326424588995453774.post-6348100322760979471</id><published>2011-10-24T16:54:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T17:36:03.229-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A pathetic run down of the last three months</title><content type='html'>In Aug. we went camping with Nephi's family in Maple grove. It was a great time and we didn't leave much dirt behind because it came home on my boys and in my car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s-ZmqtFVnQY/TqXzv7iXFHI/AAAAAAAADQY/_9A5TuRdaak/s1600/20110812_3213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s-ZmqtFVnQY/TqXzv7iXFHI/AAAAAAAADQY/_9A5TuRdaak/s400/20110812_3213.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667203710876849266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zJcSygmFqYI/TqXzvXmUTCI/AAAAAAAADQM/pDoBQQAckbE/s1600/20110812_3308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zJcSygmFqYI/TqXzvXmUTCI/AAAAAAAADQM/pDoBQQAckbE/s400/20110812_3308.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667203701229767714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f0XtUdG824k/TqXzvCIZkTI/AAAAAAAADQA/6dymfID15Zc/s1600/20110812_3222%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f0XtUdG824k/TqXzvCIZkTI/AAAAAAAADQA/6dymfID15Zc/s400/20110812_3222%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667203695467139378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OnuyPqlf500/TqXzuLSvuEI/AAAAAAAADP4/9gzoSBi_IAA/s1600/20110812_3098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OnuyPqlf500/TqXzuLSvuEI/AAAAAAAADP4/9gzoSBi_IAA/s400/20110812_3098.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667203680746584130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tEKui84BX3k/TqXztw-tvsI/AAAAAAAADPo/W5NyNTcaH6c/s1600/20110813_3027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tEKui84BX3k/TqXztw-tvsI/AAAAAAAADPo/W5NyNTcaH6c/s400/20110813_3027.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667203673683246786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jTgwUtGIBms/TqXye2abyUI/AAAAAAAADPg/sPJN5fsM9u8/s1600/20110930_4141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jTgwUtGIBms/TqXye2abyUI/AAAAAAAADPg/sPJN5fsM9u8/s400/20110930_4141.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667202317932022082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kanon got to join the big boy club by giving himself a black eye. Daddy got him soapy in the tub and he slipped head first into the side. OUCH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z-nAlzahe9c/TqXyersEcSI/AAAAAAAADPQ/8VCIGTi_0YE/s1600/20110930_4139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z-nAlzahe9c/TqXyersEcSI/AAAAAAAADPQ/8VCIGTi_0YE/s400/20110930_4139.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667202315053199650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which the eye looked great for his second birthday pictures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ax35KoXmi9g/TqXvJDY-xyI/AAAAAAAADO8/nBRo9nAc-Ck/s1600/20111008_4170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ax35KoXmi9g/TqXvJDY-xyI/AAAAAAAADO8/nBRo9nAc-Ck/s400/20111008_4170.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667198644923582242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWO???? I cant believe my BABY turned two. I have no idea where time has gone but its slipping by me so fast. This little bean loves trains, cars and bugging the tar out of his brother. He is still a button pushing, toilet flushing, door slamming little fetcher most days but we love him to pieces..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ed_pn_uoXKg/TqXvIhrEa6I/AAAAAAAADO0/AAzRcFOeo6s/s1600/20111008_4161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ed_pn_uoXKg/TqXvIhrEa6I/AAAAAAAADO0/AAzRcFOeo6s/s400/20111008_4161.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667198635872644002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KAL6irVhMEM/TqXvIbPEKsI/AAAAAAAADOo/_hqgQFuwzsY/s1600/20111008_4150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KAL6irVhMEM/TqXvIbPEKsI/AAAAAAAADOo/_hqgQFuwzsY/s400/20111008_4150.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667198634144574146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zfYMjibepRk/TqXvHqTfmjI/AAAAAAAADOg/63K5CFfYe5Q/s1600/20111008_4143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zfYMjibepRk/TqXvHqTfmjI/AAAAAAAADOg/63K5CFfYe5Q/s400/20111008_4143.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667198621009812018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CAMkxDu8LZs/TqXvHUGC-HI/AAAAAAAADOQ/qKsBnvXoGZI/s1600/20111003_4179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CAMkxDu8LZs/TqXvHUGC-HI/AAAAAAAADOQ/qKsBnvXoGZI/s400/20111003_4179.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667198615047829618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least I attempted family pictures yet again this year. They turned out OK for being me that took them. It gets hard running back and forth to the tripod. I got way sweaty and my hair went flat. Oh well I love the colors and love the people in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pnqO80ulNjs/TqXuA83-5ZI/AAAAAAAADOI/WWyx3loxanA/s1600/20111020_4605%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pnqO80ulNjs/TqXuA83-5ZI/AAAAAAAADOI/WWyx3loxanA/s400/20111020_4605%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667197406223984018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JNF9KFhFfCU/TqXuAa9JqYI/AAAAAAAADN4/5bWx2NtXz6Y/s1600/20111020_4597%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JNF9KFhFfCU/TqXuAa9JqYI/AAAAAAAADN4/5bWx2NtXz6Y/s400/20111020_4597%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667197397118855554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H5ZfocKDhPM/TqXuAGBlGlI/AAAAAAAADNs/4yp92UUKvIg/s1600/20111020_4627%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H5ZfocKDhPM/TqXuAGBlGlI/AAAAAAAADNs/4yp92UUKvIg/s400/20111020_4627%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667197391500286546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This eternal family of mine continues to bless my life in ways I never knew possible. My cup overfloweth on a daily basis..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6QYBDG7_F5A/TqXt-4PQpZI/AAAAAAAADNk/H4y1PU1sWMU/s1600/20111020_4648%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6QYBDG7_F5A/TqXt-4PQpZI/AAAAAAAADNk/H4y1PU1sWMU/s400/20111020_4648%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667197370619700626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0r7F6xeGOKg/TqXt-mvi88I/AAAAAAAADNU/AH1hJNd8Zy8/s1600/20111020_4700%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0r7F6xeGOKg/TqXt-mvi88I/AAAAAAAADNU/AH1hJNd8Zy8/s400/20111020_4700%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667197365923279810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5326424588995453774-6348100322760979471?l=iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/feeds/6348100322760979471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5326424588995453774&amp;postID=6348100322760979471&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/6348100322760979471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/6348100322760979471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/2011/10/pathetic-run-down-of-last-three-months.html' title='A pathetic run down of the last three months'/><author><name>Shawna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10526114922907555384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S4WQVZrAoiI/AAAAAAAABnw/LZPApbCWUUg/S220/HP1+232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s-ZmqtFVnQY/TqXzv7iXFHI/AAAAAAAADQY/_9A5TuRdaak/s72-c/20110812_3213.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5326424588995453774.post-3788520100908589815</id><published>2011-08-06T21:19:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T22:06:34.556-06:00</updated><title type='text'>This crazy Ride called LIFE</title><content type='html'>I must be bored because I just spent the last hour going through and reading alot of my old blog posts and comments. Talk about a crazy ride these past few years have been. I honestly cant believe people even read the crap I write about. LOL...&lt;br /&gt;Life is such a crazy journey, every ones ride is different but as we look around it feels like we are the only ones feeling the things we do. It feels as if our ride is more bumpy, while others look care free. Its easy to look around and see the good things in every one else while we sulk in the cow paties we lay in. I am guilty of doing just this, Life has kicked me right between the eyes over and over. Or has it?? I feel like Im not looking at life with my eyes but only feeling it in my heart. I choose not to see the blessings, I choose not to see my struggles as a way of growing. It seems so much easier to be neg. and compare myself and hardships. However that is trully the opposite of true. It takes way more energy to put off neg. vibes, its draining. &lt;br /&gt;This last month I unfortunatly had to attend one of my dear friends mothers funeral. The day I got a text from his sweet wife that his mother had passed I remember my blood felt cold. Like honestly someone poured ice water through my vains and it hurt my heart. I felt completly out of control, there was nothing I could do to take away that pain and it killed me. His mom had struggled through the last few years of her life. She felt alot of pain physically and emotionally, it was all she could do to get out of bed most days. In the end the pain became to much and she chose to leave this life. She left behind a loving husband, four children and their families. The amount of pain she was in I cannot comprehend, its too much to wrap my mind around. But in the last few weeks I have been able to reflect on alot of things. First of all you NEVER know whats going on in someone elses life. No matter how well you think you know people, you dont know all the details. You have no idea the struggles they have or the shoes they have walked in. It really gave me compassion for people I dont think I had before. In the weeks since her passing I have talked with my friend alot, tried to comfort him in any way I could. However its not something you get over very quickly, it takes time...&lt;br /&gt;Time is good and bad. It gives us the oppurtunity to reflect, to think, to love, to hate to do whatever we choose. I know that after going to that funeral and trying to be there and watch all of the broken pieces in the family try to heal, I see that judging, assuming, and hate are all things that I dont want to be apart of. Life is so precious and you never know what can happen. Its not worth holding onto grudges, or hurt feelings. The day of the funeral I remember my friend in his talk saying "if any of you have harsh feelings toward someone, make it right. Dont wait until its too late." It was like he was talking right to me, I wasnt talking to my lil sister at the time over something way dumb. I relized that life is too short to let little things rob you of relastionships. I hope to try and be a better person, to hold my tounge and try not to watch others on the ride. My ride is different, even though the master of it is the same he knows what I can and cant handle. So I guess what Im trying to say is GET IN SHUT UP AND ENJOY THE RIDE! Look for the good in others, even if you have to look at them for a good while there is always something. Focus on the good in your own life as well and remember HE never said it would be easy, he said it would be WORTH it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5326424588995453774-3788520100908589815?l=iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/feeds/3788520100908589815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5326424588995453774&amp;postID=3788520100908589815&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/3788520100908589815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/3788520100908589815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/2011/08/this-crazy-ride-called-life.html' title='This crazy Ride called LIFE'/><author><name>Shawna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10526114922907555384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S4WQVZrAoiI/AAAAAAAABnw/LZPApbCWUUg/S220/HP1+232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5326424588995453774.post-3604974522528467860</id><published>2011-07-11T22:48:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T22:55:49.101-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A little side note</title><content type='html'>I was going back through my blog trying to find a picture of my yard when we first moved in two years ago. We wanted to see how far it has come, anywho... I noticed that I USED to get alot of comments on here, and lately I get hardly any. I guess I've become pretty lame... sad news for me. I mean who doesn't want to see comments on the things they post? What a looser LOL&lt;br /&gt;However these two think Im cool, thats all that matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a hrefblogspot.com/-dMhFtt5xinI="http://3.bp./ThvTo0_SwGI/AAAAAAAADGQ/nRqGecYkAzs/s1600/20110618_1040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dMhFtt5xinI/ThvTo0_SwGI/AAAAAAAADGQ/nRqGecYkAzs/s400/20110618_1040.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628324857701908578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5326424588995453774-3604974522528467860?l=iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/feeds/3604974522528467860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5326424588995453774&amp;postID=3604974522528467860&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/3604974522528467860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/3604974522528467860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/2011/07/little-side-note.html' title='A little side note'/><author><name>Shawna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10526114922907555384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S4WQVZrAoiI/AAAAAAAABnw/LZPApbCWUUg/S220/HP1+232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dMhFtt5xinI/ThvTo0_SwGI/AAAAAAAADGQ/nRqGecYkAzs/s72-c/20110618_1040.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5326424588995453774.post-5396547874359873117</id><published>2011-06-28T13:42:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T14:04:39.578-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Funktified</title><content type='html'>So I have been in a funk for awhile. I haven't had anything nice to say and so like my mother taught me I said nothing at all. However I know that by living in my crap Ill always have a stink outlook so I have been dragging myself out of it and thought Id blog alittle today.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing too exciting to blog about, I have been doing alot of training with my horse and am very happy about where Ive gotten her. She loves my kids and I love watching them with her. Sometimes I think she loves them more than me. They have been begging me for some time to come and ride so I took them this last week. We had so much fun...&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gXw8hvlY97c/Tgovopxyx0I/AAAAAAAADEw/4ZfF__qawKc/s1600/20110619_1188%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gXw8hvlY97c/Tgovopxyx0I/AAAAAAAADEw/4ZfF__qawKc/s400/20110619_1188%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623359460181460802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maverick could live on her back for hours. I cant wait for this summer to take him with me on some trail rides. I bought this little buddy saddle that hooks onto the back of my saddle last year and have yet to really use it. It has a back rest, a hand hold and his own set of stirrups. Pretty awsome little thing. I had to have my horse at a place that I could drop bombs next to her before I started letting Maverick ride in it.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ua44gCD5nO4/Tgow3jqCcZI/AAAAAAAADE4/BaZk4FzRsZc/s1600/20110619_1160%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ua44gCD5nO4/Tgow3jqCcZI/AAAAAAAADE4/BaZk4FzRsZc/s400/20110619_1160%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623360815747985810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I cant even put into words what having this horse has done for me. She is my Prozac. She helps me see the good things in life, she is my therapy. I know that as women, mothers, and wives life gets so hard at times. For me I needed something to keep me going, to fill my cup at the end of the day after Id given to everyone else. For some people that cup gets filled with scrap booking, reading, shopping, running, whatever it may be I feel its so important that you find what your "therapy" is. I was medicated for post pardum after having Kanon, and I would do it again in a second, it helped me through some tough times. However I never felt better than I did when I got off of it and starting receiving the same if not better benefit in my horse. Life is hard enough as it is, I think we all need a good pick me up from time to time. &lt;br /&gt;So being funktified is not a fun place to be but I'm pulling myself out and hope to blog a little more&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5326424588995453774-5396547874359873117?l=iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/feeds/5396547874359873117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5326424588995453774&amp;postID=5396547874359873117&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/5396547874359873117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/5396547874359873117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/2011/06/funktified.html' title='Funktified'/><author><name>Shawna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10526114922907555384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S4WQVZrAoiI/AAAAAAAABnw/LZPApbCWUUg/S220/HP1+232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gXw8hvlY97c/Tgovopxyx0I/AAAAAAAADEw/4ZfF__qawKc/s72-c/20110619_1188%2Bcopy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5326424588995453774.post-124486596397754898</id><published>2011-05-16T19:35:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T19:48:01.922-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday my first born son</title><content type='html'>I cant believe 4 years have gone by, you have completely changed my life. You made me a mom, something I gave up on in my life. The day you came into this world was truly unbelievable. Again, thank you for choosing me to be your mommy. Love you to the moon and back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fex4i7w8MWM/TdHS2MqpbdI/AAAAAAAAC9U/VWWC0p-prKk/s1600/Maverick%2B006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fex4i7w8MWM/TdHS2MqpbdI/AAAAAAAAC9U/VWWC0p-prKk/s400/Maverick%2B006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607494839607848402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YBVWBJHhVmY/TdHSdS8_4lI/AAAAAAAAC9E/n2oM2nXssm0/s1600/mav_003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YBVWBJHhVmY/TdHSdS8_4lI/AAAAAAAAC9E/n2oM2nXssm0/s400/mav_003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607494411798700626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RaVLIV977a8/TdHSdatc2gI/AAAAAAAAC88/DVendPlejFk/s1600/boys_072_copy_copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RaVLIV977a8/TdHSdatc2gI/AAAAAAAAC88/DVendPlejFk/s400/boys_072_copy_copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607494413880973826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3c8VgCKXH-0/TdHSdF7_-CI/AAAAAAAAC80/S3ZQUOAzjmA/s1600/IMG_7976.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3c8VgCKXH-0/TdHSdF7_-CI/AAAAAAAAC80/S3ZQUOAzjmA/s400/IMG_7976.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607494408304850978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5326424588995453774-124486596397754898?l=iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/feeds/124486596397754898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5326424588995453774&amp;postID=124486596397754898&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/124486596397754898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/124486596397754898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/2011/05/happy-birthday-my-first-born-son.html' title='Happy Birthday my first born son'/><author><name>Shawna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10526114922907555384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S4WQVZrAoiI/AAAAAAAABnw/LZPApbCWUUg/S220/HP1+232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fex4i7w8MWM/TdHS2MqpbdI/AAAAAAAAC9U/VWWC0p-prKk/s72-c/Maverick%2B006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5326424588995453774.post-5655957063175733226</id><published>2011-04-27T09:22:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T10:12:31.424-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 30-Your favorite song</title><content type='html'>Tears, cheers, and a few different emotions that I'm actually done with this 30 day challenge. Id say over all I really did like doing it.&lt;br /&gt;My favorite song...&lt;br /&gt;I have alot of favorite songs but this one has been on my mind throughout all my trials the past while. Please take a min and actually listen to this song. It might just lift you up and make you feel good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/JTY-UKgLlXs?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5326424588995453774-5655957063175733226?l=iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/feeds/5655957063175733226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5326424588995453774&amp;postID=5655957063175733226&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/5655957063175733226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/5655957063175733226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-30-your-favorite-song.html' title='Day 30-Your favorite song'/><author><name>Shawna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10526114922907555384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S4WQVZrAoiI/AAAAAAAABnw/LZPApbCWUUg/S220/HP1+232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/JTY-UKgLlXs/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5326424588995453774.post-2971674376741126651</id><published>2011-04-26T17:43:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T17:47:39.687-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 29-In this past month, what have you learned?</title><content type='html'>Day 29 huh, this brings a tear to my eye. Only one day left of this silly challenge. &lt;br /&gt;I have learned alot in the last month, first off dont put expectations on people. People will let you down and hurt you so dont expect too much. Ive learned some more patience, as if I havent had to have enough of it the past two years. Ive learned and felt even more of my Saviors love for me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5326424588995453774-2971674376741126651?l=iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/feeds/2971674376741126651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5326424588995453774&amp;postID=2971674376741126651&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/2971674376741126651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/2971674376741126651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-29-in-this-past-month-what-have-you.html' title='Day 29-In this past month, what have you learned?'/><author><name>Shawna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10526114922907555384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S4WQVZrAoiI/AAAAAAAABnw/LZPApbCWUUg/S220/HP1+232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5326424588995453774.post-5206696146376045170</id><published>2011-04-25T19:36:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T19:44:08.292-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 28-A picture of you from last year and now-how have you changed?</title><content type='html'>Not much has changed in the last year, maybe my weight up and down but what women doesn't have that happen. LOL &lt;br /&gt;My family is still beautiful as ever&lt;br /&gt;Last year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DsEHEDWSOzk/TbYi-fo9pwI/AAAAAAAAC60/iJVJi5ryKfk/s1600/26%2Borig.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DsEHEDWSOzk/TbYi-fo9pwI/AAAAAAAAC60/iJVJi5ryKfk/s400/26%2Borig.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599701643722336002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EVa2I9HQ1UY/TbYi-0a5QYI/AAAAAAAAC68/3rkRuouTLwM/s1600/IMG_7916.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EVa2I9HQ1UY/TbYi-0a5QYI/AAAAAAAAC68/3rkRuouTLwM/s400/IMG_7916.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599701649300472194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5326424588995453774-5206696146376045170?l=iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/feeds/5206696146376045170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5326424588995453774&amp;postID=5206696146376045170&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/5206696146376045170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/5206696146376045170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-28-picture-of-you-from-last-year.html' title='Day 28-A picture of you from last year and now-how have you changed?'/><author><name>Shawna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10526114922907555384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S4WQVZrAoiI/AAAAAAAABnw/LZPApbCWUUg/S220/HP1+232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DsEHEDWSOzk/TbYi-fo9pwI/AAAAAAAAC60/iJVJi5ryKfk/s72-c/26%2Borig.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5326424588995453774.post-8805334203711067033</id><published>2011-04-24T18:41:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T18:43:32.360-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 27-Why you are doing this 30 day challenge</title><content type='html'>Lets face it, my blog was lacking in the love department. So I did this challenge hoping to get me back into the swing of posting. I'm glad I did it, its been kinda fun. I didn't get the response I was looking for, I thought Id get some more comments but Its all good. I'm back and I'm gonna be posting, so LOOK out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5326424588995453774-8805334203711067033?l=iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/feeds/8805334203711067033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5326424588995453774&amp;postID=8805334203711067033&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/8805334203711067033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/8805334203711067033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-27-why-you-are-doing-this-30-day.html' title='Day 27-Why you are doing this 30 day challenge'/><author><name>Shawna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10526114922907555384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S4WQVZrAoiI/AAAAAAAABnw/LZPApbCWUUg/S220/HP1+232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5326424588995453774.post-2983513045111446136</id><published>2011-04-23T11:26:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T11:34:41.880-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 26-What do you think about your friends</title><content type='html'>This is a rather weird question, but here goes. I don't "think" I have great friends, I KNOW I do! I have such a variety of friends its really great. I have my High school girls that I love so dearly, its really great we are still so close after all these years. I have my ward friends that keep me grounded and I love to see on Sundays. I have my friends like &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://crazywadee.blogspot.com/"&gt;Wade&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://capturingcourtneyb.blogspot.com/"&gt;Courtney&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; that I worked with in physical therapy, you should check out their blogs. Wade is one of my faithful followers of my blog, I love seeing comments from him because I know he really reads my stuff. And I have my bestest friend Veronica that I feel I knew before this life, she is so great to me. I have so many other friends I cant even keep putting in categories. I truly am blessed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5326424588995453774-2983513045111446136?l=iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/feeds/2983513045111446136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5326424588995453774&amp;postID=2983513045111446136&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/2983513045111446136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/2983513045111446136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-26-what-do-you-think-about-your.html' title='Day 26-What do you think about your friends'/><author><name>Shawna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10526114922907555384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S4WQVZrAoiI/AAAAAAAABnw/LZPApbCWUUg/S220/HP1+232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5326424588995453774.post-7348245489460519825</id><published>2011-04-22T10:51:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T10:54:40.016-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 25-What I would find in your bag</title><content type='html'>You would find a calculator, two diapers, a wipes container, wallet, makeup, my photography cards in a cute lil case, leather men (I know I rock), my WIC packet (poor people packet), two packs of gum and a packet of hot sauce from taco time in case my son mouths off in public LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5326424588995453774-7348245489460519825?l=iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/feeds/7348245489460519825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5326424588995453774&amp;postID=7348245489460519825&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/7348245489460519825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/7348245489460519825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-25-what-i-would-find-in-your-bag.html' title='Day 25-What I would find in your bag'/><author><name>Shawna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10526114922907555384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S4WQVZrAoiI/AAAAAAAABnw/LZPApbCWUUg/S220/HP1+232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5326424588995453774.post-3269500092421657461</id><published>2011-04-21T07:44:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T08:04:16.042-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 24-A letter to your parents</title><content type='html'>Dear Mom and Dad,&lt;br /&gt;There really aren't words to express how much I love you or miss you. I know this family is where we are supposed to be, but my heart aches not being able to see you. You have done so much for us and we are so grateful. I also know that we have had our share of differences, I know you don't agree with my faith and I cant imagine how hard that is for you. As for me I know that pain first hand. When I made my choice to join the L.D.S church it was the greatest choice I have EVER made. It makes me the mother,wife,sister,daughter and person I am today. It makes me want to be a better person, and I feel fulfilled. I have a Heavenly Father who I know is proud of me and loves me very much. He is the center of my life and without him I don't know where I would be. So although we may not share the same faith, we do share the same love for him and that for me makes all the difference. Ive never really been able to share my testimony with you and have longed to. I know this church is true, I know that to core of my being. I know that our Prophet Thomas S. Monson was called by God to lead and guide us. I know that I will get to be with my family in eternity, and I couldn't imagine life any other way. I also know of the peace and perfection of the temple. The temple has brought so much joy and happiness to my life, the spirit of God is so strong there it cannot be denied. And although this might be hard for you to read or to except, its just me! Its how my life has changed and become fulfilled in way it never has before. Thank you for teaching me of the love of my saviour and the importance of having a relationship with him. I love you both heaps and again want to express how much I miss you. I know you aren't that far away but wish I could see you whenever I wanted. You'll probably never read this, but it felt very freeing for me to write it to you.&lt;br /&gt;love you, love you, love you,&lt;br /&gt;Your daughter, Shawna aka "Murry"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5326424588995453774-3269500092421657461?l=iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/feeds/3269500092421657461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5326424588995453774&amp;postID=3269500092421657461&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/3269500092421657461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/3269500092421657461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-24-letter-to-your-parents.html' title='Day 24-A letter to your parents'/><author><name>Shawna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10526114922907555384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S4WQVZrAoiI/AAAAAAAABnw/LZPApbCWUUg/S220/HP1+232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5326424588995453774.post-5641566481921786195</id><published>2011-04-20T09:58:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T10:06:19.714-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day's 22 and 23</title><content type='html'>Day 22-What makes you different from everyone else&lt;br /&gt;Day 23-Something you crave for a lot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes me different from everyone else? Well I'm a different faith than my immediate family, and that's hard at times. I hate seafood, I smell everything even if its really gross like the lint between my kids toes. (I know I know its sick but I cant help it) This really is one of the dumber questions so I have no idea what else to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something I crave alot would be affection. And the sucky thing is I married someone who is not overly affectionate and that's hard on me sometimes. I also CRAVE Coke(meaning Coca Cola) but that would actually be better described as an addiction&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5326424588995453774-5641566481921786195?l=iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/feeds/5641566481921786195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5326424588995453774&amp;postID=5641566481921786195&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/5641566481921786195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/5641566481921786195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/2011/04/days-22-and-23.html' title='Day&apos;s 22 and 23'/><author><name>Shawna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10526114922907555384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S4WQVZrAoiI/AAAAAAAABnw/LZPApbCWUUg/S220/HP1+232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5326424588995453774.post-3236503236265166436</id><published>2011-04-18T13:24:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T13:29:40.033-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 21-A picture of something that makes you happy</title><content type='html'>Being a mother has brought me happiness like Ive never known. These boys are always making me laugh, I love them to pieces.&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't Kanon look like Simon on Alvin and the chipmunks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ejXk6RZ0HZY/TayQbxltPbI/AAAAAAAAC3M/4tk2KWCXuqQ/s1600/phone%2Bpictures%2B199.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ejXk6RZ0HZY/TayQbxltPbI/AAAAAAAAC3M/4tk2KWCXuqQ/s400/phone%2Bpictures%2B199.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597007243757043122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maverick got this police man kit at Walmart and this is him making his mad face posing for the camera. Are you kidding me? I cant believe these perfect beans are mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AKp71qHCmnI/TayQbSzn59I/AAAAAAAAC3E/EB5Sc08Fjio/s1600/phone%2Bpictures%2B168.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AKp71qHCmnI/TayQbSzn59I/AAAAAAAAC3E/EB5Sc08Fjio/s400/phone%2Bpictures%2B168.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597007235493914578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5326424588995453774-3236503236265166436?l=iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/feeds/3236503236265166436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5326424588995453774&amp;postID=3236503236265166436&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/3236503236265166436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/3236503236265166436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-21-picture-of-something-that-makes.html' title='Day 21-A picture of something that makes you happy'/><author><name>Shawna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10526114922907555384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S4WQVZrAoiI/AAAAAAAABnw/LZPApbCWUUg/S220/HP1+232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ejXk6RZ0HZY/TayQbxltPbI/AAAAAAAAC3M/4tk2KWCXuqQ/s72-c/phone%2Bpictures%2B199.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5326424588995453774.post-5366851775700975690</id><published>2011-04-17T21:02:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T21:15:06.445-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 20-Someone you see yourself marrying or being with in the future</title><content type='html'>I'm actually rather lucky, I'm married to the man of my dreams..... Wedding day Aug. 5th 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PSugRZNpna0/Taursp9vZPI/AAAAAAAAC20/STqXV_kTvEc/s1600/HPIM0320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 303px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PSugRZNpna0/Taursp9vZPI/AAAAAAAAC20/STqXV_kTvEc/s400/HPIM0320.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596755745605379314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm lucky enough to not only see him in my future but in the eternities also.. This is our sealing day picture Sept. 20th 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rgaux-my9E0/TausEfd4QXI/AAAAAAAAC28/CqlZhCw3kWU/s1600/DSC_0613.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rgaux-my9E0/TausEfd4QXI/AAAAAAAAC28/CqlZhCw3kWU/s400/DSC_0613.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596756155104248178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5326424588995453774-5366851775700975690?l=iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/feeds/5366851775700975690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5326424588995453774&amp;postID=5366851775700975690&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/5366851775700975690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/5366851775700975690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-20-someone-you-see-yourself.html' title='Day 20-Someone you see yourself marrying or being with in the future'/><author><name>Shawna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10526114922907555384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S4WQVZrAoiI/AAAAAAAABnw/LZPApbCWUUg/S220/HP1+232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PSugRZNpna0/Taursp9vZPI/AAAAAAAAC20/STqXV_kTvEc/s72-c/HPIM0320.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5326424588995453774.post-8772928387061723500</id><published>2011-04-16T22:24:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T22:28:03.509-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 19-Nicknames you have and why you have them</title><content type='html'>Lets see, Um well besides the typical "babe" which Nephi calls me..... Ive been called Murry my whole life by my dad, my middle name is Marie and he's always just said Murry. Shasha is what my mama calls me, shawna bear is what my friends in high school called me, and hot pants I wont even go there LOL. Pretty lame I know by what can I say??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5326424588995453774-8772928387061723500?l=iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/feeds/8772928387061723500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5326424588995453774&amp;postID=8772928387061723500&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/8772928387061723500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/8772928387061723500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-19-nicknames-you-have-and-why-you.html' title='Day 19-Nicknames you have and why you have them'/><author><name>Shawna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10526114922907555384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S4WQVZrAoiI/AAAAAAAABnw/LZPApbCWUUg/S220/HP1+232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5326424588995453774.post-6182336724781373561</id><published>2011-04-15T18:50:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T19:06:12.937-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day's 17 and 18</title><content type='html'>Day 17-Someone you would want to switch lives with for one day and why&lt;br /&gt;Day 18-Plans/dreams/goals you have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone I would like to maybe switch lives with would maybe be Brad Paisley's wife...... and the reason why would be to have to him sing me to sleep for just one night, love love love his voice. plus HELLO he's pretty handsome!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plans dreams or goals I have would be to be the best mom I can. I'm thinking of homeschooling and I really worry about failing my kids. My goals would be to stick with it and help them the best way I can and remember that if it doesn't work out I'm not a failure if they end up in public school. I also would like to keep my self physically well enough that I never end up in a wheel chair or with leg braces. I know that in the end I'm not really in control of those things, My &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cmtausa.org/index.php?option=com_content&amp;view=article&amp;id=70&amp;Itemid=41"&gt;C.M.T&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; has a mind of its own. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5326424588995453774-6182336724781373561?l=iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/feeds/6182336724781373561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5326424588995453774&amp;postID=6182336724781373561&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/6182336724781373561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/6182336724781373561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/2011/04/days-17-and-18.html' title='Day&apos;s 17 and 18'/><author><name>Shawna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10526114922907555384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S4WQVZrAoiI/AAAAAAAABnw/LZPApbCWUUg/S220/HP1+232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5326424588995453774.post-223905896120248232</id><published>2011-04-13T16:59:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T17:04:15.979-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 16-Another picture of yourself</title><content type='html'>I'm sure by now everyone is getting sick of this blog post challenge. However my ocd and a.d.d. wont let me stop till its done. :)&lt;br /&gt;This is just a random picture of me from my phone, nothing special&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ynQ0vVafjL0/TaYr4Di6eYI/AAAAAAAACyE/0F5u7M1U5tk/s1600/phone%2Bpictures%2B165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ynQ0vVafjL0/TaYr4Di6eYI/AAAAAAAACyE/0F5u7M1U5tk/s400/phone%2Bpictures%2B165.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595207829078833538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5326424588995453774-223905896120248232?l=iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/feeds/223905896120248232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5326424588995453774&amp;postID=223905896120248232&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/223905896120248232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/223905896120248232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-16-another-picture-of-yourself.html' title='Day 16-Another picture of yourself'/><author><name>Shawna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10526114922907555384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S4WQVZrAoiI/AAAAAAAABnw/LZPApbCWUUg/S220/HP1+232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ynQ0vVafjL0/TaYr4Di6eYI/AAAAAAAACyE/0F5u7M1U5tk/s72-c/phone%2Bpictures%2B165.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5326424588995453774.post-4470532237586349246</id><published>2011-04-12T16:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T16:27:13.345-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 15-Put your ipod or shuffle on-first 10 songs that play</title><content type='html'>I dont have an Ipod so this day is a day off for me, Peace until tomorrow.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5326424588995453774-4470532237586349246?l=iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/feeds/4470532237586349246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5326424588995453774&amp;postID=4470532237586349246&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/4470532237586349246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/4470532237586349246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-15-put-your-ipod-or-shuffle-on.html' title='Day 15-Put your ipod or shuffle on-first 10 songs that play'/><author><name>Shawna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10526114922907555384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S4WQVZrAoiI/AAAAAAAABnw/LZPApbCWUUg/S220/HP1+232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5326424588995453774.post-3147257677415831063</id><published>2011-04-11T21:59:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T22:11:17.895-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day's 12,13,14 whoops</title><content type='html'>Day 12-How you found out about blogger and why you have one&lt;br /&gt;Day 13-A letter to someone who has hurt you recently&lt;br /&gt;Day 14-'A picture of you and your family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I found out about blogger through my friend Jana. She was making one and so I went home and explored it and fell in love. I HATE scrap booking so this was a fun way to document my life and kids without the frilly stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 13- Dear Brandon,(my older brother)&lt;br /&gt;You really hurt my feelings this weekend. I had been waiting for you and your family to visit for two months. I had food bought, laundry washed and my house ready to house you and your little family. Instead you got a hotel and left me with your two dogs, one which is in heat and wearing a diaper. I feel like a glorified boarding house to your pooches and that has really sucked. Ive tried to give you the benefit of the doubt, I know you really needed this vacation. I just wish you knew what it was like to live away from your family and how much you long to see them. I still love you, and I loved taking your beautiful family pictures today&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n5rihrG3wjM/TaPQp5sPcrI/AAAAAAAACx0/mDXRqiI6qWc/s1600/IMG_7222%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n5rihrG3wjM/TaPQp5sPcrI/AAAAAAAACx0/mDXRqiI6qWc/s400/IMG_7222%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594544580403884722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But p.s. Ill be charging you extra for all the nasty pads Ive been changing on your hormonal pooch!&lt;br /&gt;Love Shawna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 14- a pic of me and my family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ehYVogdF_dY/TaPQFCJEnrI/AAAAAAAACxs/NKKncZEuhWw/s1600/17%2Borig.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ehYVogdF_dY/TaPQFCJEnrI/AAAAAAAACxs/NKKncZEuhWw/s400/17%2Borig.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594543947017133746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5326424588995453774-3147257677415831063?l=iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/feeds/3147257677415831063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5326424588995453774&amp;postID=3147257677415831063&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/3147257677415831063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/3147257677415831063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/2011/04/days-121314-whoops.html' title='Day&apos;s 12,13,14 whoops'/><author><name>Shawna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10526114922907555384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S4WQVZrAoiI/AAAAAAAABnw/LZPApbCWUUg/S220/HP1+232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n5rihrG3wjM/TaPQp5sPcrI/AAAAAAAACx0/mDXRqiI6qWc/s72-c/IMG_7222%2Bcopy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5326424588995453774.post-361621606823695027</id><published>2011-04-08T10:21:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T10:36:14.653-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 11-Another picture of you and your friends</title><content type='html'>I couldn't post another friend picture without including my little sister. She seriously is the greatest. We have had alot of fun times together, I sure have missed her while she's been away at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R1hlnmyHaXk/TZ84UiU0x8I/AAAAAAAACxk/qPgPVx3vHu8/s1600/thanksgiving%2B005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R1hlnmyHaXk/TZ84UiU0x8I/AAAAAAAACxk/qPgPVx3vHu8/s400/thanksgiving%2B005.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593251187680135106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes we look nothing alike, and that's probably really good for her....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K1xKfHF0wnc/TZ84USrOsGI/AAAAAAAACxc/0NCn-6VL3LE/s1600/shawna%2B345.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K1xKfHF0wnc/TZ84USrOsGI/AAAAAAAACxc/0NCn-6VL3LE/s400/shawna%2B345.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593251183479140450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K--QfWYyLaI/TZ84UUUHWHI/AAAAAAAACxU/CpN3tg8lwsE/s1600/shawna%2B211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K--QfWYyLaI/TZ84UUUHWHI/AAAAAAAACxU/CpN3tg8lwsE/s400/shawna%2B211.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593251183919061106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this picture of us with our grandma..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--VypmSVGvZA/TZ84UPXYaLI/AAAAAAAACxM/bW8QCbXmQ2g/s1600/beautiful.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--VypmSVGvZA/TZ84UPXYaLI/AAAAAAAACxM/bW8QCbXmQ2g/s400/beautiful.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593251182590585010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A_Bsfc5qt-0/TZ84T_OEAMI/AAAAAAAACxE/OBDUOomeCNY/s1600/best%2Bfriends.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A_Bsfc5qt-0/TZ84T_OEAMI/AAAAAAAACxE/OBDUOomeCNY/s400/best%2Bfriends.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593251178256531650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly having a sister is better than a friend any day, Love your guts Sarah Sue&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5326424588995453774-361621606823695027?l=iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/feeds/361621606823695027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5326424588995453774&amp;postID=361621606823695027&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/361621606823695027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/361621606823695027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-11-another-picture-of-you-and-your.html' title='Day 11-Another picture of you and your friends'/><author><name>Shawna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10526114922907555384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S4WQVZrAoiI/AAAAAAAABnw/LZPApbCWUUg/S220/HP1+232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R1hlnmyHaXk/TZ84UiU0x8I/AAAAAAAACxk/qPgPVx3vHu8/s72-c/thanksgiving%2B005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5326424588995453774.post-8409944857718711142</id><published>2011-04-07T09:56:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T10:21:00.122-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 10-Songs you listen to when you're bored, happy, sad, mad, hyped</title><content type='html'>I love music so this ones kinda fun. Ill just make a little list......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bored- Anything Bob Marley and one of my favorite songs is "Three little birds"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kLzTLCSEXJc/TZ3hSWFY0YI/AAAAAAAACws/_Y7tqwHTLdE/s1600/bob.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 114px; height: 94px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kLzTLCSEXJc/TZ3hSWFY0YI/AAAAAAAACws/_Y7tqwHTLdE/s400/bob.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592874017546097026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy- I love me some Brad Paisley, cant get enough of the song "ticks"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TKf1oUfpa0s/TZ3hSry6YEI/AAAAAAAACw0/yQvsSCCLCsU/s1600/brad-paisley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 363px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TKf1oUfpa0s/TZ3hSry6YEI/AAAAAAAACw0/yQvsSCCLCsU/s400/brad-paisley.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592874023374184514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mad or Hyped- Simple Plan "addicted" is one of my favorites&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0JjURxIc8S8/TZ3hS5DTRtI/AAAAAAAACw8/i9wStvn0nKM/s1600/SIMPLE%257E1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0JjURxIc8S8/TZ3hS5DTRtI/AAAAAAAACw8/i9wStvn0nKM/s400/SIMPLE%257E1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592874026932586194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad- Anything that makes me feel the spirit. This is one of my favorite hymns.Please watch it, its great&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/rgB2bYKoB5Y?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5326424588995453774-8409944857718711142?l=iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/feeds/8409944857718711142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5326424588995453774&amp;postID=8409944857718711142&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/8409944857718711142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/8409944857718711142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-10-songs-you-listen-to-when-youre.html' title='Day 10-Songs you listen to when you&apos;re bored, happy, sad, mad, hyped'/><author><name>Shawna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10526114922907555384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S4WQVZrAoiI/AAAAAAAABnw/LZPApbCWUUg/S220/HP1+232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kLzTLCSEXJc/TZ3hSWFY0YI/AAAAAAAACws/_Y7tqwHTLdE/s72-c/bob.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5326424588995453774.post-4199060164241049062</id><published>2011-04-06T22:22:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T22:27:45.661-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day's 8 and 9</title><content type='html'>Day 8-Short term goals for this month and when you'll accomplish them&lt;br /&gt;Day 9-Something you're proud of in the past few days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew I would get a day behind sooner of later lol.&lt;br /&gt;lets see short term goals for this month would be, 1.spend more time with my horse 2.keep my house clean while my brother is here visiting, 3. read my scriptures and say family prayers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And something I'm proud of in the past few days, I got me a new black berry phone and I LOVE IT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is one of the more boring challenges, sorry didn't mean to burst any bubbles lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5326424588995453774-4199060164241049062?l=iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/feeds/4199060164241049062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5326424588995453774&amp;postID=4199060164241049062&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/4199060164241049062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/4199060164241049062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/2011/04/days-8-and-9.html' title='Day&apos;s 8 and 9'/><author><name>Shawna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10526114922907555384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S4WQVZrAoiI/AAAAAAAABnw/LZPApbCWUUg/S220/HP1+232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5326424588995453774.post-2086438928177251471</id><published>2011-04-04T17:28:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T17:39:16.483-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 7-A picture of someone/something that has the biggest impact on you</title><content type='html'>I hope I haven't overloaded my blog with too many churchy things, however with that being said the gospel is the center of my life so its what I have to share.&lt;br /&gt;Making the choice to be baptised was singlehandedly the best thing I have ever done. It lead me to the path of finding my amazing husband and was blessed with two beautiful children. These two missionaries had an impact on my life like no one ever has before, the spirit they brought with them to my home was so strong. I love them very much and am so thankful they are still a BIG part of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-exzGp982JfE/TZpUgrqfVLI/AAAAAAAACwU/kX3AiZlZJ1c/s1600/IMG_0439.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-exzGp982JfE/TZpUgrqfVLI/AAAAAAAACwU/kX3AiZlZJ1c/s400/IMG_0439.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591874807787377842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this other person who I like to refer to as my adopted brother is Darren Averett. He was my boss in physical therapy for five years. He shared his testimony with me on a daily basis for four years. The day I decided to join the church I couldn't think of any one better to baptise me than him. cool thing is I got baptised in the same church and font he did when he was only 8, this picture is taken in the same spot he has a photo of himself on his baptism. Pretty cool if you ask me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RV1Wys3sXEA/TZpWX48L7bI/AAAAAAAACwk/BIIjGSmkuSs/s1600/IMG_0438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RV1Wys3sXEA/TZpWX48L7bI/AAAAAAAACwk/BIIjGSmkuSs/s400/IMG_0438.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591876855755697586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5326424588995453774-2086438928177251471?l=iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/feeds/2086438928177251471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5326424588995453774&amp;postID=2086438928177251471&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/2086438928177251471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/2086438928177251471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-7-picture-of-someonesomething-that.html' title='Day 7-A picture of someone/something that has the biggest impact on you'/><author><name>Shawna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10526114922907555384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S4WQVZrAoiI/AAAAAAAABnw/LZPApbCWUUg/S220/HP1+232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-exzGp982JfE/TZpUgrqfVLI/AAAAAAAACwU/kX3AiZlZJ1c/s72-c/IMG_0439.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5326424588995453774.post-20961810218115687</id><published>2011-04-03T18:54:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T10:49:09.420-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 6-Favorite super hero and why</title><content type='html'>Well although he is not your typical super hero he has changed my life and continues to do so on a daily basis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UsOhklXgfvE/TZkW9PRS71I/AAAAAAAACwM/i5E2mfzEXOo/s1600/christ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UsOhklXgfvE/TZkW9PRS71I/AAAAAAAACwM/i5E2mfzEXOo/s400/christ.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591525653684088658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no greater act as selflessness as giving your life for the saving of others. I know that through the atonement I can repent of my sins and start new and fresh everyday with my Saviour. That's pretty superheroish if you ask me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5326424588995453774-20961810218115687?l=iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/feeds/20961810218115687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5326424588995453774&amp;postID=20961810218115687&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/20961810218115687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/20961810218115687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-6-favorite-super-hero-and-why.html' title='Day 6-Favorite super hero and why'/><author><name>Shawna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10526114922907555384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S4WQVZrAoiI/AAAAAAAABnw/LZPApbCWUUg/S220/HP1+232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UsOhklXgfvE/TZkW9PRS71I/AAAAAAAACwM/i5E2mfzEXOo/s72-c/christ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5326424588995453774.post-3689308888764170013</id><published>2011-04-02T13:54:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T14:00:51.424-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 5-A picture of somewhere you've been to</title><content type='html'>I have been able to see alot of Southern Utah on from the back of this beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MftrJCg-Z5o/TZd_wy0bLiI/AAAAAAAACwE/AGJ0wTPjKNQ/s1600/phone%2Bpictures%2B181.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MftrJCg-Z5o/TZd_wy0bLiI/AAAAAAAACwE/AGJ0wTPjKNQ/s400/phone%2Bpictures%2B181.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591077938655866402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w3AjNDPqRKQ/TZd_wkb7NJI/AAAAAAAACv8/tOa1RjZBeMM/s1600/phone%2Bpictures%2B163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w3AjNDPqRKQ/TZd_wkb7NJI/AAAAAAAACv8/tOa1RjZBeMM/s400/phone%2Bpictures%2B163.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591077934795011218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These pictures were taken in Leeds Utah, it was nothing but sand for miles and miles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qb-eF0wUDUU/TZd_wVKE7jI/AAAAAAAACv0/Y_KRRF8LjKs/s1600/phone%2Bpictures%2B161.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qb-eF0wUDUU/TZd_wVKE7jI/AAAAAAAACv0/Y_KRRF8LjKs/s400/phone%2Bpictures%2B161.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591077930693619250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a ton more photos of horse back rides but my phone is being stupid and I couldn't get the pictures off of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5326424588995453774-3689308888764170013?l=iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/feeds/3689308888764170013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5326424588995453774&amp;postID=3689308888764170013&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/3689308888764170013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/3689308888764170013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-5-picture-of-somewhere-youve-been.html' title='Day 5-A picture of somewhere you&apos;ve been to'/><author><name>Shawna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10526114922907555384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S4WQVZrAoiI/AAAAAAAABnw/LZPApbCWUUg/S220/HP1+232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MftrJCg-Z5o/TZd_wy0bLiI/AAAAAAAACwE/AGJ0wTPjKNQ/s72-c/phone%2Bpictures%2B181.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5326424588995453774.post-7288261724625892300</id><published>2011-04-01T20:34:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T20:40:48.396-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 4 a habit I wish I didnt have.....</title><content type='html'>Ugh I probably have a few, one would be checking my facebook a million times a day. I don't know what I expecting to see when I check it but it has some kind of magnet pull on me lol. Another would be twisting my hair around my finger until it knots and then breaking it off, I used to do it while I sucked my thumb when I was little. I stopped the thumb sucking but the hair twirling just stuck with me.&lt;br /&gt;p.s. if facebook were a woman I defiantly call her Devil women! lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5326424588995453774-7288261724625892300?l=iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/feeds/7288261724625892300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5326424588995453774&amp;postID=7288261724625892300&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/7288261724625892300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/7288261724625892300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-4-habit-i-wish-i-didnt-have.html' title='Day 4 a habit I wish I didnt have.....'/><author><name>Shawna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10526114922907555384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S4WQVZrAoiI/AAAAAAAABnw/LZPApbCWUUg/S220/HP1+232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5326424588995453774.post-5418576434398277086</id><published>2011-03-31T19:37:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T19:57:42.622-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 3 a pic of me and my friends</title><content type='html'>Well I cant just post one..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DtnpWFvPAIQ/TZUusx3KEKI/AAAAAAAACvs/Hyb_pFfV7LQ/s1600/pics%2B020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DtnpWFvPAIQ/TZUusx3KEKI/AAAAAAAACvs/Hyb_pFfV7LQ/s400/pics%2B020.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590425859284144290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This first picture is some of the greatest friends I have ever had. We have all been friends since high school. Jess, Tami, Tresca and Hayley. Love them so much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mUp8TmvPpsk/TZUusvWwkxI/AAAAAAAACvk/po1XUo3ECJo/s1600/DSC_0582.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mUp8TmvPpsk/TZUusvWwkxI/AAAAAAAACvk/po1XUo3ECJo/s400/DSC_0582.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590425858611385106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the lovely Nicole, she has been a friend since the 11th grade. Her and her family have always been such wonderful examples of the gospel and this picture was taken the day I got sealed in the St. George temple. Love you Pud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z_sKVVER848/TZUusNKhAbI/AAAAAAAACvc/4Zh0AFEEaek/s1600/DSC_0028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z_sKVVER848/TZUusNKhAbI/AAAAAAAACvc/4Zh0AFEEaek/s400/DSC_0028.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590425849433227698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the wonderful Courtney who was posted about in my Sunday shout out last week. This was at our lunchen after my sealing to my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FCd2M44YTuw/TZUur1BD-DI/AAAAAAAACvU/Yi2dr4BYQ5M/s1600/Ronni%2B003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 388px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FCd2M44YTuw/TZUur1BD-DI/AAAAAAAACvU/Yi2dr4BYQ5M/s400/Ronni%2B003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590425842951125042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but deffintley not least, my bestest friend Veronica. I met Ronnie here in Hurricane and Im lucky enough to also have her in my ward. We share the love and passion of our beautiful horses and spend ALOT of time together. I trully feel like I knew her before this life and love having her be my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. I never claimed to be pretty but I know Im deffintaly NOT in a few of these pictures, Im just sayin........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if only I actually had a picture of ALL my wonderful friends, I sadly dont. So if you are wishing you were in a picture on here with me, know that Im wishing that too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5326424588995453774-5418576434398277086?l=iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/feeds/5418576434398277086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5326424588995453774&amp;postID=5418576434398277086&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/5418576434398277086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/5418576434398277086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-3-pic-of-me-and-my-friends.html' title='Day 3 a pic of me and my friends'/><author><name>Shawna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10526114922907555384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S4WQVZrAoiI/AAAAAAAABnw/LZPApbCWUUg/S220/HP1+232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DtnpWFvPAIQ/TZUusx3KEKI/AAAAAAAACvs/Hyb_pFfV7LQ/s72-c/pics%2B020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5326424588995453774.post-3481376546704404317</id><published>2011-03-30T10:29:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T10:32:59.046-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2 The meaning behind my blog name...</title><content type='html'>Well the meaning behind my blog name is pretty simple, its my last name. However taking on that last name was not a simple task. I went through alot in my life to finally meet Nephi Alma Iverson. I'm happy with my life and being an Iverson, they are my family that I am sealed to for time and all eternity. Now my blog url is something I wish I knew how to change and not loose my whole blog. Iversonfamilyof3 is missing my special little Kanon, he wasn't born when I made the blog but he defiantly makes a wonderful number four to our family :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5326424588995453774-3481376546704404317?l=iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/feeds/3481376546704404317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5326424588995453774&amp;postID=3481376546704404317&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/3481376546704404317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/3481376546704404317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-2-meaning-behind-my-blog-name.html' title='Day 2 The meaning behind my blog name...'/><author><name>Shawna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10526114922907555384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S4WQVZrAoiI/AAAAAAAABnw/LZPApbCWUUg/S220/HP1+232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5326424588995453774.post-4920708996350751544</id><published>2011-03-29T13:47:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T14:14:59.056-06:00</updated><title type='text'>30 day blog post challenge</title><content type='html'>I'm starting this challenge to get me back in the mood to post on my blog, so hopefully this helps motivate me....here goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each day of the month, write a blog post according to these guidelines below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1-Recent picture of you and 15 interesting facts about yourself&lt;br /&gt;Day 2-The meaning behind your Blog name&lt;br /&gt;Day 3-A picture of you and your friends&lt;br /&gt;Day 4-A habit that you wish you didn't have&lt;br /&gt;Day 5-A picture of somewhere you've been to&lt;br /&gt;Day 6-Favorite super hero and why&lt;br /&gt;Day 7-A picture of someone/something that has the biggest impact on you&lt;br /&gt;Day 8-Short term goals for this month and when you'll accomplish them&lt;br /&gt;Day 9-Something you're proud of in the past few days&lt;br /&gt;Day 10-Songs you listen to when you're bored, happy, sad, mad, hyped&lt;br /&gt;Day 11-Another picture of you and your friends&lt;br /&gt;Day 12-How you found out about blogger and why you have one&lt;br /&gt;Day 13-A letter to someone who has hurt you recently&lt;br /&gt;Day 14-'A picture of you and your family&lt;br /&gt;Day 15-Put your ipod or shuffle on-first 10 songs that play&lt;br /&gt;Day 16-Another picture of yourself&lt;br /&gt;Day 17-Someone you would want to switch lives with for one day and why&lt;br /&gt;Day 18-Plans/dreams/goals you have&lt;br /&gt;Day 19-Nicknames you have and why you have them&lt;br /&gt;Day 20-Someone you see yourself marrying or being with in the future&lt;br /&gt;Day 21-A picture of something that makes you happy&lt;br /&gt;Day 22-What makes you different from everyone else&lt;br /&gt;Day 23-Something you crave for a lot&lt;br /&gt;Day 24-A letter to your parents&lt;br /&gt;Day 25-What I would find in your bag&lt;br /&gt;Day 26-What do you think about your friends&lt;br /&gt;Day 27-Why you are doing this 30 day challenge&lt;br /&gt;Day 28-A picture of you from last year and now-how have you changed?&lt;br /&gt;Day 29-In this past month, what have you learned?&lt;br /&gt;Day 30-Your favorite song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 1-Recent picture of you and 15 interesting facts about yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recent picture of me, seeing Bill Cosby at the tuacan in St. George&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JjT8mF3njqw/TZI7pIbqTSI/AAAAAAAACvM/blVKIGuz3Qc/s1600/189883_10150114876149858_590414857_6489855_5320_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JjT8mF3njqw/TZI7pIbqTSI/AAAAAAAACvM/blVKIGuz3Qc/s400/189883_10150114876149858_590414857_6489855_5320_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589595665344384290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 interesting facts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I have C.M.T. a form of muscular dystrophy and was diagnosed with it at age 11&lt;br /&gt;2. I was born in Kokomo Indiana&lt;br /&gt;3. I love Bob Marley&lt;br /&gt;4. My favorite color is Green&lt;br /&gt;5. I can put my legs up around my head &lt;br /&gt;6. I have major OCD &lt;br /&gt;7. I joined the LDS church at age 24, the best decision I EVER made&lt;br /&gt;8. Love to sing, not the great at it but love it&lt;br /&gt;9. Met my hubby on an lds dating website&lt;br /&gt;10. I'm a beauty school drop out lol&lt;br /&gt;11. Had major foot surgery in 2005 to reconstruct my feet and help me walk better&lt;br /&gt;12. I can only hold the phone on my left ear to talk, I think it sounds funny in my right.&lt;br /&gt;13. It makes me sad to watch people wiggle their toes, I cant even move one of mine because of my C.M.T. :(&lt;br /&gt;14. I had cervical cancer when I was 17, thank heavens I took care of it and now have two beautiful boys &lt;br /&gt;15. I don't know how to swim very well, so I'm afraid of taking my kids to the pool because I know I couldn't save them if they were to drowned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably not the most "interesting" facts about me but thats what ya get&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5326424588995453774-4920708996350751544?l=iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/feeds/4920708996350751544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5326424588995453774&amp;postID=4920708996350751544&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/4920708996350751544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/4920708996350751544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/2011/03/30-day-blog-post-challenge.html' title='30 day blog post challenge'/><author><name>Shawna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10526114922907555384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S4WQVZrAoiI/AAAAAAAABnw/LZPApbCWUUg/S220/HP1+232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JjT8mF3njqw/TZI7pIbqTSI/AAAAAAAACvM/blVKIGuz3Qc/s72-c/189883_10150114876149858_590414857_6489855_5320_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5326424588995453774.post-3892834557642510485</id><published>2011-03-26T22:13:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T22:20:42.430-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A rambling of sorts</title><content type='html'>Today was filled with alot of old emotions and memories making their way to the surface of my heart. Today I remember again why I choose to live the life I do and be a member of the greatest faith I have ever know. Today was a day to remember my Heavenly fathers love for me, and the way he Atoned for me. I think any time we dig into our selves and start to find the pain we thought we had dealt with or stuffed far enough away it stills stings a bit. I know that I lived through the things in my life that I did for a purpose. I know life has a reason and I know that life after this is far more lovely than my mind can wrap itself around. I'm grateful for the strength to continue to fight and for the desire to do so. I guess I'm continually reminded that Satan don't kick no dead dogs!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5326424588995453774-3892834557642510485?l=iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/feeds/3892834557642510485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5326424588995453774&amp;postID=3892834557642510485&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/3892834557642510485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/3892834557642510485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/2011/03/rambling-of-sorts.html' title='A rambling of sorts'/><author><name>Shawna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10526114922907555384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S4WQVZrAoiI/AAAAAAAABnw/LZPApbCWUUg/S220/HP1+232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5326424588995453774.post-7994180714467241994</id><published>2011-03-20T22:24:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T00:25:32.607-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday shout out</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5ai549gWAbU/TYbtaQL96OI/AAAAAAAACu0/lbjxmCFERAc/s1600/blessing_Page_11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5ai549gWAbU/TYbtaQL96OI/AAAAAAAACu0/lbjxmCFERAc/s400/blessing_Page_11.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586413423077222626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm changin some things up around here... I'm going to be doing a lil thing called The Sunday shout out. I'll be posting some about some pretty amazing people in my life. &lt;br /&gt;I'm going to start off with one of the greatest people I know Courtney Bardsley. You may have seen her and her wonderful family on the news a few years back when her younger brother Garret Bardsley went missing while camping in the Uintas with his boy scout troop. Friday, August 20, 2004 changed their families life forever. I was with Courtney when she got that phone call at work that he was missing. I remember telling her that everything was probably fine and to calm down and try and drive home safely. Little did anyone know the effects that day would have on so many people. Courtney and her family tried to stay strong and kept themselves swolled up in the gospel and the comfort it and it alone could bring to them during that time. &lt;br /&gt;I remember praying and asking Heavenly Father why they would have to go through such pain not knowing what lied ahead of them just a short while later. &lt;br /&gt;On March 20th 2006 Courtney was diagnosed with Acute Lymphoblastic Leukemia (A.L.L.), three days before her 21st birthday. I remember thinking to myself, You have got to be kidding me? Of all the families in the world, Why the Bardsley's? Haven't the had their share of heart ache? Why Courtney? Well I know Heavenly Father's plan is perfect. I know he allows us to go through things that only he knows we can handle. Before Courtney got diagnosed her dad Kevin came into our work to have his back worked on. (we worked in physical therapy) I'll never forget the spirit he brought with him everywhere he went. I was not a member of the LDS church at the time and was actually pretty against it, however I couldn't deny the way I felt when Kevin would speak to me. He had a kindness and love in his eyes I had rarley seen in my life. He wasn't afraid to share his knowledge of the gospel and the blessings it brought into his life. I remember wanting to follow him all around the clinic just to be near that spirit. With his only daughter now sick I couldn't imagine how this family stayed so strong. I remember him telling me they went to the temple often to feel peace.&lt;br /&gt;Peace is something I felt when I went to visit Court in the hospital while she was so sick. I remember shaking my head thinking, here I am walking out of this hospital with a smile on my face because SHE made my day better just by seeing her. The energy that came from her was so positive. I mean don't get me wrong I know she had her days where it was tough to just open her eyes, but she tried to make the best of the hand she was dealt. After a little bit of a journey she found a bone marrow match. And started her journey to California to start her healing process. I could go on and on about this story and how happy it ends. TODAY is her five year anniversary of being diagnosed. I'm so thankful that she is here and healthy and beautiful as ever. &lt;br /&gt;Having the Bardsley family in my life has made me a better person. They were there the day I got baptised, they were there when I got sealed to my family for time and all eternity. I want them but especially Courtney to know how much I love her. Having her in my life has truly changed me. I have learned what finding joy in life no matter what means. I would challenge you too all look inside yourself and see if you have the strength and the courage to be a bone marrow donor. There is always going to be someone in need and I feel its something wonderful you can do to help others in need. &lt;br /&gt;I want to end this Sunday shout out to Courtney by saying "Love you to the moon and back, keep going forward the way you have so lovely taught me to do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Beautiful Courtney today with her wonderful dad Kevin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w8fAL9ByJZE/TYbpLL5GtpI/AAAAAAAACus/7Vjfk25QYWk/s1600/165567_10150117991156397_747601396_8121089_3906118_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w8fAL9ByJZE/TYbpLL5GtpI/AAAAAAAACus/7Vjfk25QYWk/s400/165567_10150117991156397_747601396_8121089_3906118_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586408766179817106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Cant forget Courtney's sweet mother Heidi, uncondtional love is her middle name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5sEPkKbTLBE/TYbpKwADgbI/AAAAAAAACuk/T6VAQi-4o7k/s1600/197106_6202981396_747601396_84713_3589_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5sEPkKbTLBE/TYbpKwADgbI/AAAAAAAACuk/T6VAQi-4o7k/s400/197106_6202981396_747601396_84713_3589_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586408758692774322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemo treatments look good on her dont ya think lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-42kRIyZ5CPk/TYbpK77CDfI/AAAAAAAACuc/yVIe0thC2PA/s1600/198022_6203001396_747601396_84717_4676_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-42kRIyZ5CPk/TYbpK77CDfI/AAAAAAAACuc/yVIe0thC2PA/s400/198022_6203001396_747601396_84717_4676_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586408761892933106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to follow this wonderful girl yourself, well be my guest www.capturingcourtneyb.blogspot.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5326424588995453774-7994180714467241994?l=iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/feeds/7994180714467241994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5326424588995453774&amp;postID=7994180714467241994&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/7994180714467241994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/7994180714467241994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/2011/03/sunday-shout-out.html' title='Sunday shout out'/><author><name>Shawna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10526114922907555384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S4WQVZrAoiI/AAAAAAAABnw/LZPApbCWUUg/S220/HP1+232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5ai549gWAbU/TYbtaQL96OI/AAAAAAAACu0/lbjxmCFERAc/s72-c/blessing_Page_11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5326424588995453774.post-1313888027903160132</id><published>2011-03-18T20:07:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T20:24:07.892-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Its been awhile.....</title><content type='html'>Wow has it really been months and months since I posted on here. Holy canoly! Well this past Nov. I had the privilege of having my computer crash on me AGAIN, again you ask? Yes the year previous it crashed on my in Nov. also. However this time I had my neighbor build my a flippin sweet one that can handle all of my photo shop editing so I shouldn't blow this one up. Keep your fingers crossed will ya. &lt;br /&gt;The boys and I have been filling our days with lots of shooting hoops, building forts out of blankets, riding scooters, falling off of scooters, playing CARS golf in the back yard and chasing the dog around the house. You know typical boy things. I cant imagine or remember my life without these two crazy beans. However I do remember what it was like to NOT be yelling, don't touch that, stop pushing that, stop slamming that, don't put your fingers in there, we don't say that, and please don't say everything mommy says. Just because mommy says it doesn't make it right. I'm so glad I have an almost four year to keep my toes to the fire. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway I really didn't have anything in particular to blog about I just knew I had to start somewhere to get me back aboard, so there you go. IM BACK and will be posting more often so stay tuned..........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5326424588995453774-1313888027903160132?l=iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/feeds/1313888027903160132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5326424588995453774&amp;postID=1313888027903160132&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/1313888027903160132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/1313888027903160132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/2011/03/its-been-awhile.html' title='Its been awhile.....'/><author><name>Shawna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10526114922907555384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S4WQVZrAoiI/AAAAAAAABnw/LZPApbCWUUg/S220/HP1+232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5326424588995453774.post-2527829937087011596</id><published>2010-11-03T23:55:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T00:37:22.219-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hippie lettuce</title><content type='html'>Hippie lettuce, that's the only herb I had really heard of all growing up. I know nothing about it first hand haha, but have a few friends that do. However that all changed the day I entered into the Iverson family. I was quickly swallowed in by my Dr. Quinn Medicine women mother in law Liz, and My Witch doctor sister in law A.K.A Wendy. From the day they meet you if you they will give you all the knowledge you seek about herbs, all you have to do is ask. Well for someone like myself working in health care for many years I will admit I sometimes thought the two of them might just be into smokin hippie lettuce they way they would talk about herbs. And all the siblings in the family including my husband will all sort of join in and chat testimonials even if you didn't ask. Ok Ok so maybe I am exaggerating a bit but the family truly believes in them. It didn't take me long to join into the madness. The day Nephi and I got home from our honey moon Dr. Quinn (Liz) got me started on herbs to "help" me get pregnant. Now back up about ten years and you will find me at the doc's office getting Cryo Surgery on my cervix. Why you ask, I was in the first stages of cervical cancer and they were freezing with Nytrice the cancer cells, can you say OUCH?? I wasn't sure I would ever have a baby. I was married to my first husband for almost five years and we never got pregnant so I pretty much gave up. So fast forward ten years and I have no hope at all in these herbs doing me any good. Liz pulled out her good ole &lt;a href="http://www.herbsfirst.com/discriptions/DrMomsHealthyLiving.html"&gt; Dr. Mom book&lt;/a&gt; and quickly came up with my make a baby concoction. I think I was taking 12 herbs in the morning and 10 at night. What herbs were they you ask? they were Wheat germ oil, &lt;a href="http://www.drchristophers.com/capsules/hormonal-changease.html"&gt;hormonal changease&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.drchristophers.com/capsules/female-reproductive.html"&gt;female reproductive formula&lt;/a&gt; among a few others. I had no clue the outcome of those herbs, and I believe with my whole heart those herbs worked together to help heal my girly parts from the inside out, and hello something worked I have two beautiful kids. &lt;br /&gt;Another experience happened to me this summer. My horse Pretty girl got into an "altercation" with a fellow female horse in the field and got cornered and tried to jump the barb wire fence to get away. Well she failed at getting over it, DUH and sliced her neck clean open.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/TNJPCQRXyoI/AAAAAAAAChk/eAjFjAvccqU/s1600/0603000955a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/TNJPCQRXyoI/AAAAAAAAChk/eAjFjAvccqU/s400/0603000955a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535573792137923202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuck I know, you could stick your whole hand into it. Well I freaked! I had no money to get her to a vet number one, but num two I had a horse that wouldn't get into the trailer to get her there if I wanted to. Obviously the next part of the story is herbs right, right I found this lovely potion at IFA called &lt;a href="http://www.schreiners.com/FARM_SITE/Farm_home.htm"&gt;Schreiners&lt;/a&gt;. I sprayed it in her neck twice a day for one month and it healed from the inside out, with no scar.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/TNJQz3bwyzI/AAAAAAAACiE/bxeT-k6WXIk/s1600/0610001930.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/TNJQz3bwyzI/AAAAAAAACiE/bxeT-k6WXIk/s400/0610001930.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535575743975705394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/TNJQzmkWt9I/AAAAAAAACh8/a5H8YdI6das/s1600/0616002015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/TNJQzmkWt9I/AAAAAAAACh8/a5H8YdI6das/s400/0616002015.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535575739448342482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/TNJQzT866yI/AAAAAAAACh0/zPkLlTkQabs/s1600/0608001946.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/TNJQzT866yI/AAAAAAAACh0/zPkLlTkQabs/s400/0608001946.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535575734451104546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/TNJQzGwgp9I/AAAAAAAAChs/8AuaMqwnAv8/s1600/0609001412.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/TNJQzGwgp9I/AAAAAAAAChs/8AuaMqwnAv8/s400/0609001412.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535575730909390802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny thing is, Now I have become one of these witch doctor types that totally believes in herbs. And you know what........... I'm proud of it. These are only two stories that have built up my joining in this club I could type alot more. Why did I post this? I'm not quite sure, however maybe someday this info might come in handy for someone reading this. So Heavens yes feel free to call me with any questions, LOL I love talking about this stuff. If anything I guess this post gave a great shout out to my wonderful, kind, and caring mother in law whom I love dearly. And let us not forget my hot sister in law with five children who truly believe their mother and grandmother are doctors.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5326424588995453774-2527829937087011596?l=iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/feeds/2527829937087011596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5326424588995453774&amp;postID=2527829937087011596&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/2527829937087011596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/2527829937087011596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/2010/11/hippie-lettuce.html' title='Hippie lettuce'/><author><name>Shawna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10526114922907555384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S4WQVZrAoiI/AAAAAAAABnw/LZPApbCWUUg/S220/HP1+232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/TNJPCQRXyoI/AAAAAAAAChk/eAjFjAvccqU/s72-c/0603000955a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5326424588995453774.post-4533579235824678839</id><published>2010-10-23T12:08:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T12:26:05.731-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Letter to myself</title><content type='html'>Dear Shawna,&lt;br /&gt;Although some days you feel like giving up, you must remember your divine purpose in this world. Know that your father in heaven is proud of you and your choices. Understand that no matter what your body FOREVER changed when you gave birth to your beautiful babies. Look at your self and see that every stretch mark, every sagging part of your body was an intricate part in bringing those babies to this world. Look at your self and find beauty inside and out. Its there you just have to look for it. It doesn't matter how much you weigh, what color your hair is, what size your jeans you swore you would never get to, and they way your breast hang. You are important! You are here for this time and have been trusted with two perfect children who need you to find that happiness. They need you to love your self as your father in heaven loves you. Dig deep inside and find the reserve of strength that has been there waiting for you through all of these trials you are facing. Remember the way you felt the day you married Nephi. Look into his eyes and see that flame that still burns for you. Accept that things will never be the way they were when you were dating, they cant be otherwise you wouldn't get anything done because you'd spend the day wrapped up in each other. But find that balance to keep that drive there. Know that the covenants you made in the temple for yourself and Nephi are sacred and eternal. Hold tight to those covenants in this dark place where you feel alone. Families can be together forever this you know to be true. Don't dwell on the things of the past or the feelings of hurt you may have. Let go and let God, remember how that is your favorite saying. Hold true to that. See life as happy and full, live it to its fullest. You will look back on this life and see that you were a great mother, wife, sister, daughter and friend. Feel those things of yourself NOW and live in the moment. The trials you now face are only but a small part of heavenly father's eternal plan for you. And for heavens sakes stop wallowing in your crap and move forward. &lt;br /&gt;Love Shawna&lt;br /&gt;sorry if any of you actually read this all the way through. It really is for me to remember and look back to as I continue to struggle day by day with life's challenges. Saying it all public feels very freeing to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5326424588995453774-4533579235824678839?l=iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/feeds/4533579235824678839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5326424588995453774&amp;postID=4533579235824678839&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/4533579235824678839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/4533579235824678839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/2010/10/letter-to-myself.html' title='Letter to myself'/><author><name>Shawna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10526114922907555384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S4WQVZrAoiI/AAAAAAAABnw/LZPApbCWUUg/S220/HP1+232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5326424588995453774.post-5607260709584656934</id><published>2010-10-12T18:21:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T20:21:23.820-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh how fast they grow....</title><content type='html'>I honestly don't know where this last year went, but in fact it indeed has come and gone and I now have a ONE year old. He is the cutest little bug and has the funniest personality. He really knows how to hold his own with big brother and is very vocal about what he does and doesn't want. He loves to blow bubbles and clap his hands. His words are Mama, Dada, Whats that, and a high pitch squeal that I know if I could interpret it would be a major swear word. ok ok he really wouldn't swear but he loves to tell you off. &lt;br /&gt;After having Maverick's first birthday at &lt;a href="http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/2008/05/our-little-birthday-all-star.html"&gt;Chuckie Cheese&lt;/a&gt; I learned that having a party that big for a one year old was a little overwhelming. So we down sized abit and had a little friends and family lunch at Doc's pizza buffet in Provo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Birthday Boy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/TLUT-FKPF7I/AAAAAAAACdc/DZJIeY5N3HE/s1600/042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/TLUT-FKPF7I/AAAAAAAACdc/DZJIeY5N3HE/s400/042.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527346074925078450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His little cake that was a waste because he didn't touch it, he doesn't like getting dirty. (having an OCD mom will do that to a kid)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/TLUFCmLLirI/AAAAAAAACdM/uiwS-lwTiig/s1600/079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/TLUFCmLLirI/AAAAAAAACdM/uiwS-lwTiig/s400/079.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527329659832470194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/TLUFCCYHNcI/AAAAAAAACdE/I5GA6Y3If_w/s1600/083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/TLUFCCYHNcI/AAAAAAAACdE/I5GA6Y3If_w/s400/083.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527329650223035842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wasn't sure what to think about all the singing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/TLUFB1dkDBI/AAAAAAAACc8/pgKhjaIj-nQ/s1600/091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/TLUFB1dkDBI/AAAAAAAACc8/pgKhjaIj-nQ/s400/091.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527329646756236306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/TLUFBla74pI/AAAAAAAACc0/27Rv8qiz38U/s1600/100+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/TLUFBla74pI/AAAAAAAACc0/27Rv8qiz38U/s400/100+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527329642450248338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/TLUD1xhccSI/AAAAAAAACcs/51cf_aLZCIM/s1600/104+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/TLUD1xhccSI/AAAAAAAACcs/51cf_aLZCIM/s400/104+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527328340028715298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At grandma and grandpa's he also took his first few step holding onto grandma's hands. Priceless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/TLUD1TVs_MI/AAAAAAAACck/SEiPO_Onv58/s1600/036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/TLUD1TVs_MI/AAAAAAAACck/SEiPO_Onv58/s400/036.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527328331926404290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's sportin his Dixie State shirt for daddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/TLUD1CPT_JI/AAAAAAAACcc/nEr0HPpyao0/s1600/034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/TLUD1CPT_JI/AAAAAAAACcc/nEr0HPpyao0/s400/034.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527328327336197266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma got him this little riding toy and he loved it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/TLUD0q3FExI/AAAAAAAACcU/GG0_sMgL5-k/s1600/025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/TLUD0q3FExI/AAAAAAAACcU/GG0_sMgL5-k/s400/025.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527328321060541202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/TLUD0ezfvuI/AAAAAAAACcM/GwRXPlTLmNQ/s1600/024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/TLUD0ezfvuI/AAAAAAAACcM/GwRXPlTLmNQ/s400/024.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527328317824286434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/TLUCZkiK7CI/AAAAAAAACcE/ardAugv7iRc/s1600/022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/TLUCZkiK7CI/AAAAAAAACcE/ardAugv7iRc/s400/022.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527326755994135586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/TLUCZNH8MpI/AAAAAAAACb8/7muoalsqG3I/s1600/023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/TLUCZNH8MpI/AAAAAAAACb8/7muoalsqG3I/s400/023.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527326749710103186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my kids love to drink out of this big mug. I love these pictures. Kanon is drinking water from my mug BUT Maveirck is sadly drinking daddy's Mt.Dew. Its funny how many pics I get of them doing similar things at similar ages&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/TLUCYy4qSqI/AAAAAAAACb0/aO67UXIR_WM/s1600/Haize_003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/TLUCYy4qSqI/AAAAAAAACb0/aO67UXIR_WM/s400/Haize_003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527326742666693282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/TLUCYpeLn2I/AAAAAAAACbs/QaWvbq9wx68/s1600/Haize_001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/TLUCYpeLn2I/AAAAAAAACbs/QaWvbq9wx68/s400/Haize_001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527326740139712354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5326424588995453774-5607260709584656934?l=iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/feeds/5607260709584656934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5326424588995453774&amp;postID=5607260709584656934&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/5607260709584656934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/5607260709584656934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/2010/10/oh-how-fast-they-grow.html' title='Oh how fast they grow....'/><author><name>Shawna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10526114922907555384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S4WQVZrAoiI/AAAAAAAABnw/LZPApbCWUUg/S220/HP1+232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/TLUT-FKPF7I/AAAAAAAACdc/DZJIeY5N3HE/s72-c/042.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5326424588995453774.post-227089831446707972</id><published>2010-09-27T20:33:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T21:11:29.064-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Random.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/TKFc0sjD6qI/AAAAAAAACaM/bM72G6E6CtU/s1600/0621002030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/TKFc0sjD6qI/AAAAAAAACaM/bM72G6E6CtU/s400/0621002030.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521796678514109090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have been reflecting on some things in my life lately and Ive concluded that I personally have alot of corks. Im corky and I dont care who knows. Don't believe me, just let me lay a few things out for you. Who knows maybe someday when I'm gone my hubby will look back at this post and miss these corky parts of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I only shave my legs once a week (thank heavens for church) or Id never shave, sorry Nephi&lt;br /&gt;2. I love peanut butter and chocolate syrup on my ice cream. Add a tiny bit of milk in the bowl and your bound to get some action. wink wink just ask my hubby&lt;br /&gt;3. I smell everything, good bad or disgusting I HAVE to smell things. My son has some RIPE feet.&lt;br /&gt;4. I kiss my kids on the back of the neck every morning to see if they have a fever... What?? I know that's weird but your lips can tell better than your hand..&lt;br /&gt;5. I clean my house in a special order... Kitchen first, living room, front room, bedrooms and ending with bathrooms. Don't mess with the order or you could get hurt.&lt;br /&gt;6. I hate hate hate seafood. Id rather starve to death than eat any, its a texture thing&lt;br /&gt;7. I secretly don't enjoy having people over to my house. I don't know why I go to such extremes to keep it clean and decorated cute because I don't like people being in it. I'm kind of a home body. (don't take offense to this, I love all of my friends and family I just struggle inside with it)&lt;br /&gt;8. I love the smell of my horse when she is sweaty, I love to kiss all over her nose. Its better than crack (p.s. Ive never tried crack I'm just guessing)&lt;br /&gt;9. Only I can put the kids car seats in the car, no one else is aloud to try. Only I cant get them tight enough.&lt;br /&gt;10. I hate when Nephi just stands in the entry way and church and acts like he's lost and cant find a seat on his own. Every Sunday I have a twinge go through me that makes me want to kick him in the head for it. Love you babe.&lt;br /&gt;11. I have to charge my cell phone every night, even if the battery isn't low, I'm terrified of needing it and it being dead. (And yes I know its not good on the battery but I don't care its good for my OCD)&lt;br /&gt;12. I have to not watch my hubby help clean because I don't think he does it right, I usually clean up behind him when he's not looking but who's keeping track?&lt;br /&gt;13. I cant listen to the radio when I'm trying to find an address, for some reason I feel anxious from the sound of it.&lt;br /&gt;14. I CAN'T go to sleep at night without checking on my boys. I have to see that they are covered and not too hot or cold. Plus who doesn't like to look at their angels sleeping?&lt;br /&gt;15. I fart in my sleep ALOT... Don't tell me you dont! For some reason I just let it rip when I'm sleeping, again sorry Nephi. (How do I know this if Im sleeping you ask? Ive woken myself up!) Not awsome&lt;br /&gt;16. I always want to pull the emergency brake every time we park. Nephi HATES it. &lt;br /&gt;Last but not least I think I look at the time on my cell phone at least a 100 times a day. I don't know why its just a habit.&lt;br /&gt;So As you can see I'm just a ball of joy to be around 24/7! I think this will go down as one of the most awkward posts Ive ever posted, however I just had to get it all off my chest. I'm a nut ball that's for sure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5326424588995453774-227089831446707972?l=iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/feeds/227089831446707972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5326424588995453774&amp;postID=227089831446707972&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/227089831446707972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/227089831446707972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/2010/09/random.html' title='Random.....'/><author><name>Shawna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10526114922907555384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S4WQVZrAoiI/AAAAAAAABnw/LZPApbCWUUg/S220/HP1+232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/TKFc0sjD6qI/AAAAAAAACaM/bM72G6E6CtU/s72-c/0621002030.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5326424588995453774.post-4354464175417836892</id><published>2010-09-14T22:53:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T23:19:55.728-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The joy's of having boys</title><content type='html'>Maverick has done so well with his potty training, he really just did it all by himself. I got myself all worked up and ready for a fight and it went so smoothly I have nothing to complain about. All along I have just kept encouraging him that if he continued to be a big boy he would get a big prize.........Well the prize has arrived. We are now the proud owners of Maverick's new favorite thing in the world WOODY the Hamster (of course his name is Woody my son is all about Toy Story right now). I cant believe how well he handles him and how grown up he wants to be with helping. We added Woody to his chore chart and he feeds him and helps clean his cage. He loves holding him and watching him run around in his ball. It brings back alot of memories from my childhood when I had hamsters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/TJBT4u5o7sI/AAAAAAAACXY/kodgE23BvHc/s1600/047+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/TJBT4u5o7sI/AAAAAAAACXY/kodgE23BvHc/s400/047+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517001777656426178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/TJBTcU9ln4I/AAAAAAAACXA/lE8XducuQWk/s1600/049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/TJBTcU9ln4I/AAAAAAAACXA/lE8XducuQWk/s400/049.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517001289657327490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/TJBS8E8YRpI/AAAAAAAACW4/J0Qq8VVxYWc/s1600/052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/TJBS8E8YRpI/AAAAAAAACW4/J0Qq8VVxYWc/s400/052.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517000735601477266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/TJBS7mMWBaI/AAAAAAAACWw/vJAgZ_er6AA/s1600/061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/TJBS7mMWBaI/AAAAAAAACWw/vJAgZ_er6AA/s400/061.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517000727346939298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/TJBS7c3P1LI/AAAAAAAACWo/kWAQpa6kUt8/s1600/066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/TJBS7c3P1LI/AAAAAAAACWo/kWAQpa6kUt8/s400/066.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517000724842534066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/TJBXYjIA-XI/AAAAAAAACXg/jTI0ox2yjl0/s1600/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/TJBXYjIA-XI/AAAAAAAACXg/jTI0ox2yjl0/s400/001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517005622786193778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other BIG news is Kanon is finally pulling himself up onto things and cruising around the room. I caught him doing it for his first time on the baby gate and was so happy I could cry. You gotta love this face. I cant believe how big Maverick looks standing next to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/TJBS6c9ZKBI/AAAAAAAACWY/_G0Qo6G6ASA/s1600/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/TJBS6c9ZKBI/AAAAAAAACWY/_G0Qo6G6ASA/s400/013.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517000707688441874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/TJBSFUYEY2I/AAAAAAAACWQ/WVsHFn4sK7c/s1600/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/TJBSFUYEY2I/AAAAAAAACWQ/WVsHFn4sK7c/s400/014.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516999794851341154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/TJBSE5i-VSI/AAAAAAAACWI/j6z8pCWj6qA/s1600/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/TJBSE5i-VSI/AAAAAAAACWI/j6z8pCWj6qA/s400/015.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516999787649324322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/TJBSEXj2S0I/AAAAAAAACWA/_oJEDQVveDw/s1600/020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/TJBSEXj2S0I/AAAAAAAACWA/_oJEDQVveDw/s400/020.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516999778526186306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maverick however isnt so happy about little brother being more mobile. It means he can bug him more and he's not so hot on that idea. Look at him telling him off, He's trying to play his game and Kanon wanted to be right there with him. AWWW Brotherly Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/TJBSD2PSdZI/AAAAAAAACV4/Q_xB1JJ6ptM/s1600/074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/TJBSD2PSdZI/AAAAAAAACV4/Q_xB1JJ6ptM/s400/074.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516999769581581714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/TJBSDePmX-I/AAAAAAAACVw/9R3gW5_zG_8/s1600/076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/TJBSDePmX-I/AAAAAAAACVw/9R3gW5_zG_8/s400/076.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516999763140435938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5326424588995453774-4354464175417836892?l=iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/feeds/4354464175417836892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5326424588995453774&amp;postID=4354464175417836892&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/4354464175417836892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/4354464175417836892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/2010/09/joys-of-having-boys.html' title='The joy&apos;s of having boys'/><author><name>Shawna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10526114922907555384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S4WQVZrAoiI/AAAAAAAABnw/LZPApbCWUUg/S220/HP1+232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/TJBT4u5o7sI/AAAAAAAACXY/kodgE23BvHc/s72-c/047+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5326424588995453774.post-5265630233017941960</id><published>2010-09-03T20:16:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T20:41:26.129-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ummm I love peanuts</title><content type='html'>So its been awhile since I have blogged.... having a broken pinkie makes it hard to type very much. However now my splint is off and I'm slowly getting back into the swing of things. Kanon my sweet little baby boy finally got his first haircut. I had already cut Maverick's like five times by this age so they are so different. He will be 11 months on the 8Th, I cant believe it. His measurements as of right now are nothing short of peanut size. He is 16lbs 13oz and 27 1/2in. Almost exactly the same weight of his big brother when he was six months old. He is still just an army crawling fool, I think he can crawl but just doesn't want to. He seriously is the funniest baby and makes everyone who looks at him smile. Anyway back to his first hair cut. He was an angel sitting still to cut it. Every time I would get close to his head with the clippers he would start sucking his Binky really fast... it was so cute. I think the cut turned out darling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/TIGuEDGAIjI/AAAAAAAACU4/roGRgpx0sRs/s1600/first+hair+cut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/TIGuEDGAIjI/AAAAAAAACU4/roGRgpx0sRs/s400/first+hair+cut.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512878803451388466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/TIGtZZEvrMI/AAAAAAAACUw/YWlnyeW-apI/s1600/010+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/TIGtZZEvrMI/AAAAAAAACUw/YWlnyeW-apI/s400/010+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512878070617320642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/TIGtY_IkO3I/AAAAAAAACUo/f_M8vGk4MO0/s1600/014+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/TIGtY_IkO3I/AAAAAAAACUo/f_M8vGk4MO0/s400/014+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512878063654026098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also last weekend my sweet sister in law and her hubby were able to get two little babies to foster. One is 18 months and the other is 3 months. Yes I know what you are thinking that is alot to handle and yes it is but she is so happy. We got to meet and kiss all over them (the babies) in Sigurd last weekend when we went to visit Nephi's parents. I'm sad that I'm not aloud to post pics of the babies because they are so adorable,and the happiest little farts around. Below are so pictures of my babes playing on the sweet play ground in good ole Sigurd Utah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/TIGtYY7i-aI/AAAAAAAACUg/iqgUoA2KBa4/s1600/sigurd+08-2010+020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/TIGtYY7i-aI/AAAAAAAACUg/iqgUoA2KBa4/s400/sigurd+08-2010+020.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512878053398870434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/TIGtX-iB72I/AAAAAAAACUY/_E1_gkOKefY/s1600/sigurd+08-2010+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/TIGtX-iB72I/AAAAAAAACUY/_E1_gkOKefY/s400/sigurd+08-2010+001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512878046312525666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/TIGtXe0Ml2I/AAAAAAAACUQ/W4Zqhin7r48/s1600/sigurd+08-2010+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/TIGtXe0Ml2I/AAAAAAAACUQ/W4Zqhin7r48/s400/sigurd+08-2010+009.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512878037798786914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5326424588995453774-5265630233017941960?l=iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/feeds/5265630233017941960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5326424588995453774&amp;postID=5265630233017941960&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/5265630233017941960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/5265630233017941960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/2010/09/so-its-been-awhile-since-i-have-blogged.html' title='ummm I love peanuts'/><author><name>Shawna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10526114922907555384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S4WQVZrAoiI/AAAAAAAABnw/LZPApbCWUUg/S220/HP1+232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/TIGuEDGAIjI/AAAAAAAACU4/roGRgpx0sRs/s72-c/first+hair+cut.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5326424588995453774.post-2776559970265372061</id><published>2010-08-09T21:20:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T21:23:26.508-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgiveness</title><content type='html'>I was sent this video in an email and it impacted and moved me in a way I cant explain. I want to be able to practise this kind of forgiveness in my life. Push pause on my music before you push play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/E7zwQ_7q-fU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/E7zwQ_7q-fU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5326424588995453774-2776559970265372061?l=iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/feeds/2776559970265372061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5326424588995453774&amp;postID=2776559970265372061&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/2776559970265372061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/2776559970265372061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/2010/08/blog-post.html' title='Forgiveness'/><author><name>Shawna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10526114922907555384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S4WQVZrAoiI/AAAAAAAABnw/LZPApbCWUUg/S220/HP1+232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5326424588995453774.post-4571459298874517392</id><published>2010-08-04T11:02:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T11:48:12.812-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Boys...A noise with dirt on it</title><content type='html'>Daddy built the boys a fort with some chairs and blankets. You would have thought he went to Disneyland. Give the kid a flashlight and he was content for hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/TFmktNpk0WI/AAAAAAAACTo/z9tmNDrAciA/s1600/fort+26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/TFmktNpk0WI/AAAAAAAACTo/z9tmNDrAciA/s400/fort+26.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501609516474880354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/TFmksvU4i6I/AAAAAAAACTg/GXdccdS-9oo/s1600/fort+27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/TFmksvU4i6I/AAAAAAAACTg/GXdccdS-9oo/s400/fort+27.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501609508335029154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/TFmksLoJjaI/AAAAAAAACTY/zjfv1RiLpBk/s1600/fort+25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/TFmksLoJjaI/AAAAAAAACTY/zjfv1RiLpBk/s400/fort+25.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501609498752159138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/TFmkrujrivI/AAAAAAAACTQ/5yVqjEZwuak/s1600/fort+8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/TFmkrujrivI/AAAAAAAACTQ/5yVqjEZwuak/s400/fort+8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501609490948786930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/TFmjVEp9baI/AAAAAAAACTI/OKJSsiQFBas/s1600/fort+10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/TFmjVEp9baI/AAAAAAAACTI/OKJSsiQFBas/s400/fort+10.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501608002232085922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/TFmjUt_9zwI/AAAAAAAACTA/RY5LCj6TIQk/s1600/fort+11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/TFmjUt_9zwI/AAAAAAAACTA/RY5LCj6TIQk/s400/fort+11.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501607996150370050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/TFmjUARd4eI/AAAAAAAACS4/vnb8rZcu9dg/s1600/fort+12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/TFmjUARd4eI/AAAAAAAACS4/vnb8rZcu9dg/s400/fort+12.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501607983875744226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/TFmjTvPRQkI/AAAAAAAACSw/ogcJ1vu0iDM/s1600/fort+17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/TFmjTvPRQkI/AAAAAAAACSw/ogcJ1vu0iDM/s400/fort+17.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501607979303125570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/TFmjTPw7_zI/AAAAAAAACSo/Hm7NjCwL6W0/s1600/fort+19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/TFmjTPw7_zI/AAAAAAAACSo/Hm7NjCwL6W0/s400/fort+19.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501607970854403890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/TFmfA7kEDhI/AAAAAAAACR4/zbcOkQ6lDm0/s1600/fort+18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/TFmfA7kEDhI/AAAAAAAACR4/zbcOkQ6lDm0/s400/fort+18.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501603258147540498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No fort would be complete without mans best friend. The dogs loved laying in the fort, it was hilarious. I love this picture of Maverick laughing from Rambo kissing him on the arm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/TFmfACdqKXI/AAAAAAAACRw/OMRYBBd_XU0/s1600/fort+22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/TFmfACdqKXI/AAAAAAAACRw/OMRYBBd_XU0/s400/fort+22.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501603242819856754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wiley really is a beautiful dog, I just love this face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/TFme_OxMinI/AAAAAAAACRg/XCB7DKPBY-Q/s1600/Espresso.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/TFme_OxMinI/AAAAAAAACRg/XCB7DKPBY-Q/s400/Espresso.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501603228943157874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/TFme-o-2llI/AAAAAAAACRY/NN9fQEk8tlw/s1600/Espresso2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/TFme-o-2llI/AAAAAAAACRY/NN9fQEk8tlw/s400/Espresso2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501603218799892050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/TFmlVbMY-YI/AAAAAAAACTw/SFkJv67w_dw/s1600/fort+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/TFmlVbMY-YI/AAAAAAAACTw/SFkJv67w_dw/s400/fort+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501610207305333122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly I am nominating myself for mother of the year award for letting him eat cereal and chips for lunch in his fort.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5326424588995453774-4571459298874517392?l=iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/feeds/4571459298874517392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5326424588995453774&amp;postID=4571459298874517392&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/4571459298874517392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/4571459298874517392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/2010/08/boysa-noise-with-dirt-on-it.html' title='Boys...A noise with dirt on it'/><author><name>Shawna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10526114922907555384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S4WQVZrAoiI/AAAAAAAABnw/LZPApbCWUUg/S220/HP1+232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/TFmktNpk0WI/AAAAAAAACTo/z9tmNDrAciA/s72-c/fort+26.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5326424588995453774.post-2887601530403909246</id><published>2010-07-20T22:25:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T23:19:23.830-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The low down on the low down</title><content type='html'>So I have been MIA for awhile. I'm feeling alittle better and back to wanting to post on my life. First off in June Veronica and I got to go and see Clinton Anderson and his natural horsemanship tour. It was amazing and we learned so much. It was fun being in Vegas just us two girls and alot of crazy horse people. The ground work and tricks he is able to teach horses was so fun to watch. I think we make two hot cowgirls that's for sure. This first picture is us with Clinton and his mentor Ian. These two horses are Clinton's and they are the most amazing animals around. I had to butt in and get close to Clinton that's him on the horse behind me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/TEZ99pEmLWI/AAAAAAAACQw/sOLhMra4PXw/s1600/clinton+anderson+145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/TEZ99pEmLWI/AAAAAAAACQw/sOLhMra4PXw/s400/clinton+anderson+145.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496218893202894178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/TEZ9kDRqOfI/AAAAAAAACQo/fDa4gSxqTi8/s1600/clinton+anderson+093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/TEZ9kDRqOfI/AAAAAAAACQo/fDa4gSxqTi8/s400/clinton+anderson+093.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496218453560408562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/TEZ9jts-blI/AAAAAAAACQg/Yvvr0p4aJRE/s1600/clinton+anderson+092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/TEZ9jts-blI/AAAAAAAACQg/Yvvr0p4aJRE/s400/clinton+anderson+092.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496218447769398866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/TEZ9jD0QmaI/AAAAAAAACQY/11852WCPJzk/s1600/clinton+anderson+148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/TEZ9jD0QmaI/AAAAAAAACQY/11852WCPJzk/s400/clinton+anderson+148.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496218436525660578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/TEZ9ipYa7rI/AAAAAAAACQQ/DYG6TCvYb_o/s1600/clinton+anderson+036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/TEZ9ipYa7rI/AAAAAAAACQQ/DYG6TCvYb_o/s400/clinton+anderson+036.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496218429429575346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/TEZ9iKzvbsI/AAAAAAAACQI/d9cQ6l50yns/s1600/clinton+anderson+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/TEZ9iKzvbsI/AAAAAAAACQI/d9cQ6l50yns/s400/clinton+anderson+014.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496218421222665922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/TEZ7ChQqcJI/AAAAAAAACQA/eEZQKdEfifo/s1600/clinton+anderson+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/TEZ7ChQqcJI/AAAAAAAACQA/eEZQKdEfifo/s400/clinton+anderson+004.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496215678470484114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next event that happened was Nephi had ACL surgery. He actually had it the day after I got home from Vegas. He has been doing amazing. I'm really proud of him. After working in physical therapy as long as I have I knew it wasn't going to be easy but he has worked really hard. I'm excited for him to get all the way healed and start school next month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/TEZ7CCHfnVI/AAAAAAAACP4/Zle2SXZTJlw/s1600/0624001837.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/TEZ7CCHfnVI/AAAAAAAACP4/Zle2SXZTJlw/s400/0624001837.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496215670110526802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/TEZ7BgkCl4I/AAAAAAAACPw/e5dUKR8wZ_4/s1600/0614001415.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/TEZ7BgkCl4I/AAAAAAAACPw/e5dUKR8wZ_4/s400/0614001415.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496215661103454082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/TEZ7AonsWxI/AAAAAAAACPg/FF9tU1V8bEc/s1600/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/TEZ7AonsWxI/AAAAAAAACPg/FF9tU1V8bEc/s400/006.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496215646086388498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this little man has grabbed my heart and soul and ran with it. Can you even stand this face???? He is honestly the sweetest little man and he makes my life sooooo worth living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/TEZ4ACIf7yI/AAAAAAAACPY/8cm_psUK9OM/s1600/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/TEZ4ACIf7yI/AAAAAAAACPY/8cm_psUK9OM/s400/003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496212337220120354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/TEZ3_p2sq9I/AAAAAAAACPQ/7z8uAdEQM7A/s1600/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/TEZ3_p2sq9I/AAAAAAAACPQ/7z8uAdEQM7A/s400/005.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496212330703006674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/TEZ7BG3LH-I/AAAAAAAACPo/EmIH8azaTtE/s1600/0511001942.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/TEZ7BG3LH-I/AAAAAAAACPo/EmIH8azaTtE/s400/0511001942.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496215654204383202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least I know that all of you reading this probably had no idea the passion I have for horses until I started posting about it lately. However we have had horses in my family for years and I simply love them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/TEZ3_LTKSiI/AAAAAAAACPI/KLhGS8LhB7o/s1600/0611001052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/TEZ3_LTKSiI/AAAAAAAACPI/KLhGS8LhB7o/s400/0611001052.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496212322500889122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has also been a dream come true to not only have a horse to call my own, but a my son who shares the love. He loves being my little cowboy and could be at my side all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/TEZ3-vh-0QI/AAAAAAAACPA/OdblI3lcNY8/s1600/0625002029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/TEZ3-vh-0QI/AAAAAAAACPA/OdblI3lcNY8/s400/0625002029.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496212315046859010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's also pretty darn good at riding the sheep. Gotta love his face here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/TEZ3-LRt1iI/AAAAAAAACO4/Dt_gQdrCq-8/s1600/0625002026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/TEZ3-LRt1iI/AAAAAAAACO4/Dt_gQdrCq-8/s400/0625002026.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496212305314960930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thats the low down on the low down. I was in a little funk there for a few, but Im pulling myself out. Heavenly Father is very aware of me and my family, this I know to be true. Im grateful for the trials I am able to have the strength to get through and cant wait to see the end result of putting my shoulder to the wheel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5326424588995453774-2887601530403909246?l=iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/feeds/2887601530403909246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5326424588995453774&amp;postID=2887601530403909246&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/2887601530403909246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/2887601530403909246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/2010/07/low-down-on-low-down.html' title='The low down on the low down'/><author><name>Shawna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10526114922907555384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S4WQVZrAoiI/AAAAAAAABnw/LZPApbCWUUg/S220/HP1+232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/TEZ99pEmLWI/AAAAAAAACQw/sOLhMra4PXw/s72-c/clinton+anderson+145.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5326424588995453774.post-2498756944851030681</id><published>2010-06-30T15:30:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T15:36:20.701-06:00</updated><title type='text'>To blog or not to blog</title><content type='html'>Im think I might be ready to quit this blog. Although its hard to say it out loud, I feel I havent had very many interesting things to blog about. Im not sure if people are looking at it, and Im not sure if I really will be able to print this all off later to make a book or not. So I want to do a test. IF You read this blog and think that I from time to time have something interesting you like to read and you would be sad to watch it go..please leave a comment saying so. If you think its a good idea for me to stop (which you're probably right) Please also leave a comment saying so. This should be interesting......................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5326424588995453774-2498756944851030681?l=iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/feeds/2498756944851030681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5326424588995453774&amp;postID=2498756944851030681&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/2498756944851030681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/2498756944851030681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/2010/06/to-blog-or-not-to-blog.html' title='To blog or not to blog'/><author><name>Shawna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10526114922907555384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S4WQVZrAoiI/AAAAAAAABnw/LZPApbCWUUg/S220/HP1+232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5326424588995453774.post-6522028247044933592</id><published>2010-06-08T15:04:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T15:26:58.479-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekly blessing reflection</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/TA61ivDx4oI/AAAAAAAACGQ/IqiD5czSW7Q/s1600/162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/TA61ivDx4oI/AAAAAAAACGQ/IqiD5czSW7Q/s400/162.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480517404908970626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week I would like to focus on one of my best friends in the whole world Veronica. She is a rock in my life. She has taught me so much about myself and about life. I'm so thankful to have met her and to have her live just down the road. We share a love and passion for animals, but in particular horses. I have never in my life met anyone who loved them the way I do, except my mom and sister. We have the privilege to go and work our horses nearly everyday and there is no place Id rather be. It is a great break from being a mom and wife, I don't care how dirty I am, what I smell like(sorry veronica) or what I look like. Its an escape. We are going to Las Vegas to see Clinton Anderson. He teaches natural horseman ship. Kind of like horse whispering. The count down has begun and we will be leaving early Sat. morning. I CANT WAIT!!! My horse (Pretty girl) who none of you on here have met will miss me while I'm gone but I cant wait to come home and practise all that I learn. I'm grateful to my father in heaven for blessing me with this horse and the love I feel from her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/TA6yivcqNtI/AAAAAAAACGI/aWhUR5rP-vo/s1600/052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/TA6yivcqNtI/AAAAAAAACGI/aWhUR5rP-vo/s400/052.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480514106478442194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Veronica and I at our activity days daddy daughter cowboy dinner. (yes I even get to share my calling with my BFF)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/TA6yUDTOP9I/AAAAAAAACGA/JEAUHFqdYNI/s1600/037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/TA6yUDTOP9I/AAAAAAAACGA/JEAUHFqdYNI/s400/037.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480513854109532114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a beautiful face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/TA6yTsho8xI/AAAAAAAACF4/cTDybIYLCZ0/s1600/022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/TA6yTsho8xI/AAAAAAAACF4/cTDybIYLCZ0/s400/022.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480513847995986706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/TA6yTKENgNI/AAAAAAAACFw/Fb1p6QWfh-M/s1600/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/TA6yTKENgNI/AAAAAAAACFw/Fb1p6QWfh-M/s400/010.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480513838745747666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/TA6ySSamEOI/AAAAAAAACFo/hV6uvy8Topo/s1600/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/TA6ySSamEOI/AAAAAAAACFo/hV6uvy8Topo/s400/008.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480513823807246562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't mind how massive I look in these photos, I'm not fat I'm BIG boned LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5326424588995453774-6522028247044933592?l=iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/feeds/6522028247044933592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5326424588995453774&amp;postID=6522028247044933592&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/6522028247044933592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/6522028247044933592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/2010/06/weekly-blessing-reflection.html' title='Weekly blessing reflection'/><author><name>Shawna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10526114922907555384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S4WQVZrAoiI/AAAAAAAABnw/LZPApbCWUUg/S220/HP1+232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/TA61ivDx4oI/AAAAAAAACGQ/IqiD5czSW7Q/s72-c/162.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5326424588995453774.post-2408035333219021693</id><published>2010-06-02T13:14:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T13:16:04.234-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pic me fun</title><content type='html'>Hey check out my photography blog. I took some new born pictures yesterday and am very pleased with them. Just go ahead and click on my photography button, come on do it you know you want to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5326424588995453774-2408035333219021693?l=iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/feeds/2408035333219021693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5326424588995453774&amp;postID=2408035333219021693&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/2408035333219021693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/2408035333219021693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/2010/06/pic-me-fun.html' title='Pic me fun'/><author><name>Shawna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10526114922907555384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S4WQVZrAoiI/AAAAAAAABnw/LZPApbCWUUg/S220/HP1+232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5326424588995453774.post-5327768049450938749</id><published>2010-05-31T11:41:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T11:55:42.274-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekly blessing reflection</title><content type='html'>This week I would like to recognize the blessing that is family. We went to Sigurd this weekend to visit Nephi's family. Nephi's brother and his wife Caitie also came from Helper to visit. It was great being able to spend time with them and let our little babies play together. Not to mention, have you seen the kids cheeks? I could not stop kissing and snuggling that baby. You wouldnt be able to tell who was older of the two if I didn't tell you, Its Kanon by a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/TAP2lUGAgrI/AAAAAAAACCA/ybfL7aOBJGI/s1600/041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/TAP2lUGAgrI/AAAAAAAACCA/ybfL7aOBJGI/s400/041.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477492692722156210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/TAP2k9FiFAI/AAAAAAAACB4/fzoouMahQnA/s1600/027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/TAP2k9FiFAI/AAAAAAAACB4/fzoouMahQnA/s400/027.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477492686546146306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/TAP2kKuFjPI/AAAAAAAACBw/2IeaHvTIkjw/s1600/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/TAP2kKuFjPI/AAAAAAAACBw/2IeaHvTIkjw/s400/018.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477492673026034930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd also like to recognize how much Maverick blesses us with his humor and love. We are laughing at things he does on a regular basis. He found this bubble wand at grandmas and of course talked her into taking it home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/TAP12lsSsFI/AAAAAAAACBo/rTlrzzHxj1A/s1600/046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 372px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/TAP12lsSsFI/AAAAAAAACBo/rTlrzzHxj1A/s400/046.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477491889992282194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/TAP12DOBAoI/AAAAAAAACBg/dA21636-288/s1600/047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 297px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/TAP12DOBAoI/AAAAAAAACBg/dA21636-288/s400/047.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477491880738488962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first I was not excited about it because frankly I hate the mess that bubbles make. However look how cool these bubbles are. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/TAP11nlEdTI/AAAAAAAACBY/28Jh2Ex6imc/s1600/049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/TAP11nlEdTI/AAAAAAAACBY/28Jh2Ex6imc/s400/049.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477491873318991154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/TAP11AAzxlI/AAAAAAAACBQ/VQoUHQoX8Kg/s1600/052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 318px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/TAP11AAzxlI/AAAAAAAACBQ/VQoUHQoX8Kg/s400/052.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477491862697920082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/TAP10sbrqpI/AAAAAAAACBI/cEOTiYfBWOU/s1600/075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 290px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/TAP10sbrqpI/AAAAAAAACBI/cEOTiYfBWOU/s400/075.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477491857441925778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that face says it all, he was in love with the thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5326424588995453774-5327768049450938749?l=iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/feeds/5327768049450938749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5326424588995453774&amp;postID=5327768049450938749&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/5327768049450938749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/5327768049450938749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/2010/05/weekly-blessing-reflection.html' title='Weekly blessing reflection'/><author><name>Shawna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10526114922907555384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S4WQVZrAoiI/AAAAAAAABnw/LZPApbCWUUg/S220/HP1+232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/TAP2lUGAgrI/AAAAAAAACCA/ybfL7aOBJGI/s72-c/041.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5326424588995453774.post-5260755296284658968</id><published>2010-05-23T21:07:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T21:33:27.122-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday=blessing reflections</title><content type='html'>So I'm going to start a new thing on my blog. I need to focus on the blessings in my life, therefore every Sunday I'm going to make a list or overview of my blessings and what I'm thankful for over the past week. &lt;br /&gt;Here goes..... First off I'm thankful for having the worlds cutest children. I'm thankful for Maverick and his sensitive personality. He is so in tune with me and how I'm feeling, He always knows how to make me feel better. His sense of humor is unlike any other child his age I have ever met. He is a clone of his daddy, which makes me happy. Second I'm thankful for having a husband who lives his life following the gospel so that he can bless our lives with the priesthood. I'm thankful for the wonderful blessing I was able to receive by him before my job interview on Thursday. (more details on that later)&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful for a great baby is so laid back that I can take him anywhere with ease. He smiles so easily it melts a persons heart. I love just staring at him at night while he is sleeping. Words cant express the way I feel inside while looking at him. I also am thankful for the gospel and the way it blesses me day in and day out. Without the light of Christ in my life I wouldn't know how to make it through life's challenges.&lt;br /&gt;Following these little reflections I will end by posting some pictures of this last week and the fun things going On in the Iverson's family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S_nx0gCBiSI/AAAAAAAACBA/qXWqEa6TCkc/s1600/102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S_nx0gCBiSI/AAAAAAAACBA/qXWqEa6TCkc/s400/102.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474672706299463970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maverick is very into lining up everything. Whatever he is playing with or is new has to be lined up just so. If you try to bother him while he is doing it he will have a come apart. A little OCD like me I think. I woke up from a nap to find this on my book case. Trains facing forward, cars toward the window and dinosaurs facing forward&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S_nx0X9RkjI/AAAAAAAACA4/4w0-zpYxy-Y/s1600/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S_nx0X9RkjI/AAAAAAAACA4/4w0-zpYxy-Y/s400/001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474672704132059698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S_nxzwwaf4I/AAAAAAAACAw/xhKRu_r3H_o/s1600/169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S_nxzwwaf4I/AAAAAAAACAw/xhKRu_r3H_o/s400/169.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474672693609136002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went last night with some friends and had a yummy dutch oven dinner. It was really fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S_nxzHjAiqI/AAAAAAAACAo/45MQza0Re5M/s1600/174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S_nxzHjAiqI/AAAAAAAACAo/45MQza0Re5M/s400/174.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474672682547055266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S_nxyvEaS8I/AAAAAAAACAg/k8M_t54JTcY/s1600/169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S_nxyvEaS8I/AAAAAAAACAg/k8M_t54JTcY/s400/169.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474672675976268738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes for those of you who don't have a facebook, or seen mine Maverick does have an awful black eye. He tripped while running and hit it on a drawing easel. But he's doing much better now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5326424588995453774-5260755296284658968?l=iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/feeds/5260755296284658968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5326424588995453774&amp;postID=5260755296284658968&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/5260755296284658968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/5260755296284658968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/2010/05/sundayblessing-reflections.html' title='Sunday=blessing reflections'/><author><name>Shawna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10526114922907555384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S4WQVZrAoiI/AAAAAAAABnw/LZPApbCWUUg/S220/HP1+232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S_nx0gCBiSI/AAAAAAAACBA/qXWqEa6TCkc/s72-c/102.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5326424588995453774.post-3916012703112885082</id><published>2010-05-16T09:20:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T09:53:46.993-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 3rd little bubba</title><content type='html'>Today is my sweet Maverick's birthday. I can not believe how fast time goes by when you have children. He has been such a big part of my life, he brings me joy I never knew was possible. There was a time in my life that I thought I couldn't have children so I had just given up. However being a mom was something I just ached to be. The day I found out I was pregnant with him was a day that changed me forever! I had never felt so complete. Followed by the day I gave birth, You truly couldn't bring me down off of that cloud. Maverick you were so worth all the weight mommy put on, (wish it was gone now however) you were worth all 18 hours of labor, you were worth all the sleepless nights and first and for most you were worth all the heartache I had to go through to finally have you in my life. It was a journey I would take all over again to have you.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we celebrated little bubba's birthday with his friends at the bowling alley. Maverick's favorite thing in the world right now is bowling. He had a blast! My friend Veronica made him the cutest bowling ball cake and I made some bowling pins. It was a hit, all the kids loved it! Grandma and Grandpa sent money to get Maverick his first bike. Although he is a little frustrated that he cant petal it, he loves it and looks so big on it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S_ARlNL5eaI/AAAAAAAACAY/uMPVIlSv4pA/s1600/boys+072+copy+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S_ARlNL5eaI/AAAAAAAACAY/uMPVIlSv4pA/s400/boys+072+copy+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471892878147549602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S_ARkvObxaI/AAAAAAAACAQ/1OllX_NaCj0/s1600/mav_003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S_ARkvObxaI/AAAAAAAACAQ/1OllX_NaCj0/s400/mav_003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471892870105122210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S_ARkYxqUII/AAAAAAAACAI/4UE4wp99Vt4/s1600/Maverick+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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The video is just the pick me up we could all use right now. My favorite line she says is "Motherhood is beauty". Push pause on my music to watch this and ENJOY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="background-image:url(http://i4.ytimg.com/vi/KHDvxPjsm8E/hqdefault.jpg)"  width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KHDvxPjsm8E&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KHDvxPjsm8E&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" width="480" height="295" allowScriptAccess="never" allowFullScreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5326424588995453774-967195191373014364?l=iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/feeds/967195191373014364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5326424588995453774&amp;postID=967195191373014364&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/967195191373014364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/967195191373014364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/2010/05/big-pick-me-up.html' title='A BIG pick me up'/><author><name>Shawna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10526114922907555384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S4WQVZrAoiI/AAAAAAAABnw/LZPApbCWUUg/S220/HP1+232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5326424588995453774.post-8832497680210438787</id><published>2010-04-27T21:26:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T21:54:38.607-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby tag</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S9ewnYQ0jtI/AAAAAAAAB-A/dS71UnxGCFQ/s1600/Kanon+066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S9ewnYQ0jtI/AAAAAAAAB-A/dS71UnxGCFQ/s400/Kanon+066.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465030863411777234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S9ewm-N0rPI/AAAAAAAAB94/o-tfJm_eVsw/s1600/Kanon+096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S9ewm-N0rPI/AAAAAAAAB94/o-tfJm_eVsw/s400/Kanon+096.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465030856419880178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S9ewmQpCKtI/AAAAAAAAB9w/CI9F-HKQ3Rg/s1600/kanon+077+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S9ewmQpCKtI/AAAAAAAAB9w/CI9F-HKQ3Rg/s400/kanon+077+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465030844185979602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S9ewlq97-eI/AAAAAAAAB9o/lHqbxe1vs_A/s1600/boys+062+copy+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S9ewlq97-eI/AAAAAAAAB9o/lHqbxe1vs_A/s400/boys+062+copy+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465030834073106914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did this for Maverick so I just have to do it for Kanon. I never want anyone to feel left out, plus I haven't had anything fun to blog about and I think this is fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1-Where were you when you first found out you were pregnant? In our basement apartment here in Hurricane with Nephi and Maverick eagerly waiting to find out what it said.&lt;br /&gt;2-Who was with you? Mav and Nephi&lt;br /&gt;3- How did you find out that you were pregnant? I took a couple tests, I was late for my period but was in denial. I really couldn't believe it was that easy to get pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;4- What was your first reaction to finding out you were pregnant? Tears of joy and uncontrollable shaking. Maverick hugged my belly when I told him there was a baby inside. It was so amazing&lt;br /&gt;5- Who was the first person you told? Nephi of course and then my friend Veronica&lt;br /&gt;6- Did you plan to get pregnant? OH YES!&lt;br /&gt;7- Did you tell everyone else right away? Yes we couldn't wait&lt;br /&gt;8-Was everybody happy for you? YES!&lt;br /&gt;9- Did you go out and celebrate? Not really just couldn't stop talking about it&lt;br /&gt;10- Did you want to find out the sex? Oh yes we suck at waiting. However I always knew he was a boy. I could just feel it.&lt;br /&gt;11- What was the sex? ALL BOY&lt;br /&gt;12-Did anyone throw you a baby shower? Yes My wonderful friends in my ward. It was so amazing how much love they made me feel. It couldn't have come at a better time in my life.&lt;br /&gt;13- If yes, who? Ward Family &lt;br /&gt;14- Did you get any outfits at the baby shower that you just knew you weren't going to put on your baby? UNFORTUNATELY YES, I'm awful for admitting that and I'm so not saying what the outfits were. :) &lt;br /&gt;15- How much weight did you gain? Oh man am I really typing this right now? So proud of my self... dun dun dun 27&lt;br /&gt;16- Did you lose all of the weight that you gained? Heck yea and way proud that I did &lt;br /&gt;17- Did you get a lot of stretch marks? No Maverick went ahead and took care of that when he came, so nothing new came about. thank goodness&lt;br /&gt;18- What did you crave the most? Pickles at first, and then mac and cheese. I know way random huh&lt;br /&gt;19- Did you crave anything crazy? no&lt;br /&gt;20- Who or what got on your nerves the most? Not getting comfortable to sleep &lt;br /&gt;21- Were you married at the time? YES&lt;br /&gt;22- Did you have any complications during your pregnancy? Not until the end when my placenta stoped making enough fluid for my little man to stay in&lt;br /&gt;23- Where were you when you went into labor? In the hospital, they started me&lt;br /&gt;24- Did your water break? NO, A NURSE AT THE HOSPITAL BROKE IT&lt;br /&gt;25- Who drove you to the hospital? Proud daddy to be, Nephi&lt;br /&gt;26- Did you go early or late? Early!&lt;br /&gt;27- Who was in the room with you when you gave birth? Nephi and my friend/sister Veronica &lt;br /&gt;28- How long were you in labor for? 9 hours, I cut it in half from what I did with Maverick&lt;br /&gt;29- Did you have any drugs for the pain? AN EPIDURAL &lt;br /&gt;30-Did you go Natural or have a c-section? NATURAL &lt;br /&gt;31- What was your first reaction after giving birth? Uncontrollable tears and joy&lt;br /&gt;32- How big was the baby(s)? 6lbs 1oz 19 in &lt;br /&gt;33- Did your Husband cry? No he was all hyped up on all the Mt.Dew&lt;br /&gt;34- What did you name the baby(s)? Kanon Crue Iverson&lt;br /&gt;35- Does his name have any significant meaning? No &lt;br /&gt;36- Did you have any visitors? Not at the hospital, only my mom and Nephi were allowed in &lt;br /&gt;37- Did the baby(s) have any complications? :( yes sadly he went straight to the NICU and had to have help breathing for 6 long and painful hours. But with a blessing daddy gave him he was good as new&lt;br /&gt;38-How old is your baby today?Sadly already almost 7 months&lt;br /&gt;39- When is the next one(s) coming? Not sure there is a next one. I love my two boys&lt;br /&gt;40-If you could, would you do it all over again? &lt;br /&gt;Heavens yes this has been the some of the best times of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had to do this to reflect alittle on my life. I love my children so much. Being a mother is seriously so much more wonderful than I ever could have imagined. When I'm nursing Kanon I just stare at him in awe and cant believe he is mine. Maverick always knows how to make everything all better when mommy feels like giving up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5326424588995453774-8832497680210438787?l=iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/feeds/8832497680210438787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5326424588995453774&amp;postID=8832497680210438787&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/8832497680210438787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/8832497680210438787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/2010/04/baby-tag.html' title='Baby tag'/><author><name>Shawna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10526114922907555384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S4WQVZrAoiI/AAAAAAAABnw/LZPApbCWUUg/S220/HP1+232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S9ewnYQ0jtI/AAAAAAAAB-A/dS71UnxGCFQ/s72-c/Kanon+066.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5326424588995453774.post-30569823128743191</id><published>2010-04-19T21:50:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T22:08:17.749-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A hard habit to break</title><content type='html'>My Sweet first born son has been a wonderful sleeper since he was 10 weeks old. He was so easy, he knew how to self sooth and I thought I had it made. However now that he is almost three, his little self soothing device a.k.a sucking his two middle fingers has become real annoying. Also after his first dentist appointment we know that its not good for his teeth. SOOOOO I came across this picture&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S80mmVzZ1xI/AAAAAAAAB9g/tR9uSn46l7o/s1600/KidGiddyThumbCoverOnHand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 325px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S80mmVzZ1xI/AAAAAAAAB9g/tR9uSn46l7o/s400/KidGiddyThumbCoverOnHand.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462064363199911698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that not the coolest thing you have ever seen? Its a thumb sucking guard. I quickly messaged the lady who made them and asked her if she had any for finger suckers. She said she had never made one but was up for the challenge. I picked her super cute sports fabric and she came up with this nifty finger guard.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S80lErvMI-I/AAAAAAAAB9Y/JSaqjGj9q-A/s1600/IMG_8318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S80lErvMI-I/AAAAAAAAB9Y/JSaqjGj9q-A/s400/IMG_8318.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462062685460636642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S80lECK35HI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/5la5_c1dEEk/s1600/IMG_8315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S80lECK35HI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/5la5_c1dEEk/s400/IMG_8315.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462062674302461042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maverick actually really likes it, he thinks it is on because he has a boo boo. She makes them so that they cant get them off by themselves. Very clever. I have him wear it during the day while watching t.v. or playing and it has worked beautifully, however I tried it once at night and it ripped my heart out. I'm not ready I guess to take that from him.... He doesnt really get why he cant have his comfort to go to sleep. So its one step and one day at a time. So far wearing it in the day is working great and we will move to the night soon enough. Please check out all the other really cool things in her Etsy shop, you can get there through her blog which is listed on my side bar, Kidgiddy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5326424588995453774-30569823128743191?l=iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/feeds/30569823128743191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5326424588995453774&amp;postID=30569823128743191&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/30569823128743191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/30569823128743191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/2010/04/hard-habit-to-break.html' title='A hard habit to break'/><author><name>Shawna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10526114922907555384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S4WQVZrAoiI/AAAAAAAABnw/LZPApbCWUUg/S220/HP1+232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S80mmVzZ1xI/AAAAAAAAB9g/tR9uSn46l7o/s72-c/KidGiddyThumbCoverOnHand.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5326424588995453774.post-4561394825686912647</id><published>2010-04-10T21:28:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T22:19:51.116-06:00</updated><title type='text'>NEVER AGAIN</title><content type='html'>Will I use this nose sucker!!!! It has been a joke, always will be a joke and is no longer a part of this family. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S8FNI4s72qI/AAAAAAAAB5g/rQA2-t0XvTg/s1600/nose-sucker-left-to-right-300x300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S8FNI4s72qI/AAAAAAAAB5g/rQA2-t0XvTg/s400/nose-sucker-left-to-right-300x300.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458729038404901538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was told of this from my friend Jess awhile ago and forgot, However I bought it and it now has a new home here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S8FNAkTtdyI/AAAAAAAAB5Y/KsHMvjWG3WM/s1600/5804.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S8FNAkTtdyI/AAAAAAAAB5Y/KsHMvjWG3WM/s400/5804.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458728895491438370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It works so well at cleaning out the babies nose I cant believe it. It even plays music to distract them while sucking. I even used it on myself while suffering some mad allergies. Nephi makes fun of me that I like using it but after suffering trying to suck their noses and giving them nosebleeds with the other, this was a great change.&lt;br /&gt;I also forgot to post these CUTE Easter morning pics of my little peas. So enjoy and you all really should try that nose sucker, you might fall in love as well. LOL I know its pathetic that things like that make moms so happy &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S8FNAU31b-I/AAAAAAAAB5Q/k5QJqX33ysg/s1600/easter+017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S8FNAU31b-I/AAAAAAAAB5Q/k5QJqX33ysg/s400/easter+017.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458728891347988450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S8FNAN4O-RI/AAAAAAAAB5I/LDIRTYxOecw/s1600/easter+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S8FNAN4O-RI/AAAAAAAAB5I/LDIRTYxOecw/s400/easter+013.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458728889470613778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S8FM_ddD2_I/AAAAAAAAB5A/eI1jqG_wAIE/s1600/easter+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S8FM_ddD2_I/AAAAAAAAB5A/eI1jqG_wAIE/s400/easter+008.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458728876471737330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S8FM-w1wk_I/AAAAAAAAB44/AaEj4YOMNoA/s1600/easter+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S8FM-w1wk_I/AAAAAAAAB44/AaEj4YOMNoA/s400/easter+003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458728864495735794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5326424588995453774-4561394825686912647?l=iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/feeds/4561394825686912647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5326424588995453774&amp;postID=4561394825686912647&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/4561394825686912647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/4561394825686912647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/2010/04/never-again.html' title='NEVER AGAIN'/><author><name>Shawna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10526114922907555384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S4WQVZrAoiI/AAAAAAAABnw/LZPApbCWUUg/S220/HP1+232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S8FNI4s72qI/AAAAAAAAB5g/rQA2-t0XvTg/s72-c/nose-sucker-left-to-right-300x300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5326424588995453774.post-1099175621500273113</id><published>2010-04-08T19:06:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T19:18:08.631-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My lil peanut</title><content type='html'>D.O.B October 8th 2009 8:57p.m.&lt;br /&gt;Happy six month birthday to the sweetest lil thing ever. I seriously cannot believe that it has already been six months since you came into our lives. You have brought so much joy to this home. Your smile is like nothing Ive ever seen. You have made me a better person, a better mother. I love looking into your eyes and feeling your little spirit. I come in every night just before I go to bed just to see you sleeping. I stand over you and smile to myself and thank my father in heaven for such a wonderful, perfect little blessing. You have brought your big brother so much joy also. No one can make him smile like you. When I watch your daddy hold you it melts me inside. You can just feel his love radiating from him. I truly do not remember life without you. Thank you for choosing me to be your mommy, you are so wonderful. I just wish I could slow down time and make this next six months last longer. I love you my peanut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S75_0iZbuYI/AAAAAAAAB3w/7JZxn-oeVn0/s1600/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S75_0iZbuYI/AAAAAAAAB3w/7JZxn-oeVn0/s400/003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457940338983025026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S75_0JiwUKI/AAAAAAAAB3o/lrvmWtdPv2Q/s1600/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S75_0JiwUKI/AAAAAAAAB3o/lrvmWtdPv2Q/s400/010.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457940332311236770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures takin today at bath time. SOOOOO CUTE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5326424588995453774-1099175621500273113?l=iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/feeds/1099175621500273113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5326424588995453774&amp;postID=1099175621500273113&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/1099175621500273113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/1099175621500273113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-lil-peanut.html' title='My lil peanut'/><author><name>Shawna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10526114922907555384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S4WQVZrAoiI/AAAAAAAABnw/LZPApbCWUUg/S220/HP1+232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S75_0iZbuYI/AAAAAAAAB3w/7JZxn-oeVn0/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5326424588995453774.post-6388189178037258428</id><published>2010-04-03T19:24:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T19:50:45.199-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter fun</title><content type='html'>So every year, I dread dying eggs. Its a big mess, the eggs never get eaten, and its hard to hide boiled eggs. If you loose one it can start really stinkin, if you know what I mean. Anyway my friend Veronica and I came up with a fun and tasty alternative. We made rice crispy treats in the shape of eggs and then rolled them in molding chocolate and let the kids decorate them with different sprinkles. It was so fun and very tasty. The kids absolutely loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S7ftm0owknI/AAAAAAAABzk/oAknR9QqkEg/s1600/028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S7ftm0owknI/AAAAAAAABzk/oAknR9QqkEg/s400/028.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456090724803056242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I made the rice crispy treats and we quickly started making the eggs before it had a chance to set up too hard. p.s. the brown tint in the rice crispies is chocolate. I melt chocolate chips in the marshmallows, its um um good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S7ftHF9v-vI/AAAAAAAABzc/EF-gBLzGLuI/s1600/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S7ftHF9v-vI/AAAAAAAABzc/EF-gBLzGLuI/s400/002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456090179698686706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. We pressed them into these egg trays and put a stick into them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S7fs26J89CI/AAAAAAAABzU/9O0BW6IOALQ/s1600/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S7fs26J89CI/AAAAAAAABzU/9O0BW6IOALQ/s400/004.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456089901650736162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Melted the molding chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S7fs1pvOI0I/AAAAAAAABzM/qqe-JFs6anQ/s1600/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-&lt;br /&gt;align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S7fs1pvOI0I/AAAAAAAABzM/qqe-JFs6anQ/s400/011.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456089880063779650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S7fs1F366NI/AAAAAAAABzE/cdJ4ptyAvoU/s1600/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S7fs1F366NI/AAAAAAAABzE/cdJ4ptyAvoU/s400/012.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456089870436591826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S7fs0geS_YI/AAAAAAAABy8/PeWbAdrT-lU/s1600/017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 290px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S7fs0geS_YI/AAAAAAAABy8/PeWbAdrT-lU/s400/017.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456089860397006210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Sweet kidlets eagerly waiting to help. Sammie and Maverick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S7fs0Em_BtI/AAAAAAAABy0/cmJErGihjpk/s1600/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S7fs0Em_BtI/AAAAAAAABy0/cmJErGihjpk/s400/018.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456089852917253842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S7frzw7_oVI/AAAAAAAABys/R0TH5Lu3X6g/s1600/019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S7frzw7_oVI/AAAAAAAABys/R0TH5Lu3X6g/s400/019.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456088748125036882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S7frzYiFhiI/AAAAAAAAByk/jczxyH0JNRw/s1600/020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S7frzYiFhiI/AAAAAAAAByk/jczxyH0JNRw/s400/020.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456088741573920290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S7fry9fvqcI/AAAAAAAAByc/Pl5P6qPRDJw/s1600/023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S7fry9fvqcI/AAAAAAAAByc/Pl5P6qPRDJw/s400/023.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456088734316341698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S7fryYFsbYI/AAAAAAAAByU/iNYiV8SoxdQ/s1600/026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 347px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S7fryYFsbYI/AAAAAAAAByU/iNYiV8SoxdQ/s400/026.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456088724274965890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they didn't turn out looking professional or anything, for heavens sakes we made them with the kids. However the taste was soooooooo delightful and it was very fun making them and seeing the smiles when we were finished.&lt;br /&gt;I hope that everyone takes time to reflect on the Savior during this holiday and everyday. Heavenly father gave to us his only son, what a powerful and wonderful gift. As I think about what Jesus went through while in the garden of Gethsemane my heart aches for the pain he felt for you and for me. I think about all of my sins and how I caused him pain. Its hard to comprehend how Heavenly Father must have felt when his only son pleaded to let this cup pass. However he knew that he had to give his life in order for us to have our lives be eternal. Just think of that, can you even imagine? I'm so grateful for all of my many blessings. I'm grateful for my trials also because its through them that I feel him closer to me each day. I hope everyone has a wonderful Easter and that the spirit would be strong in your lives and in your homes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5326424588995453774-6388189178037258428?l=iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/feeds/6388189178037258428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5326424588995453774&amp;postID=6388189178037258428&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/6388189178037258428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/6388189178037258428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/2010/04/easter-fun.html' title='Easter fun'/><author><name>Shawna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10526114922907555384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S4WQVZrAoiI/AAAAAAAABnw/LZPApbCWUUg/S220/HP1+232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S7ftm0owknI/AAAAAAAABzk/oAknR9QqkEg/s72-c/028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5326424588995453774.post-5436999232886451896</id><published>2010-03-31T16:37:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T16:55:45.504-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Can I push pause?</title><content type='html'>I took Maverick to his first dentist appointment yesterday. It was bitter sweet. I was soooo proud of him and how brave he was, and I was soooo sad that he is growing up so fast. The woman cleaning his teeth said that she can never get kids his age to sit still for cleanings, let alone the x rays she took of him. We were in and out of there in less than an hour. It was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S7PQLmv4M0I/AAAAAAAABwM/ZO5jN-FdSX0/s1600/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S7PQLmv4M0I/AAAAAAAABwM/ZO5jN-FdSX0/s400/008.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454932471474303810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S7PQLJX0tJI/AAAAAAAABwE/5NKpRaqY08s/s1600/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S7PQLJX0tJI/AAAAAAAABwE/5NKpRaqY08s/s400/006.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454932463588783250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S7PQKd4kPMI/AAAAAAAABv8/iROeqMJTLtc/s1600/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S7PQKd4kPMI/AAAAAAAABv8/iROeqMJTLtc/s400/012.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454932451914955970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S7PQJ8tE_WI/AAAAAAAABv0/Vf3RZ46wvYU/s1600/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S7PQJ8tE_WI/AAAAAAAABv0/Vf3RZ46wvYU/s400/015.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454932443008400738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only melt down we had was when he could only pick ONE treasure and not five. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S7PQJIyo9II/AAAAAAAABvs/0kj49ilmBPM/s1600/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S7PQJIyo9II/AAAAAAAABvs/0kj49ilmBPM/s400/018.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454932429073085570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I laid on the floor and kissed all over this baby. My heart was so full looking into his beautiful eyes and I was overwhelmed with pure love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S7PPGQaPhdI/AAAAAAAABvk/At9ztf5wOio/s1600/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S7PPGQaPhdI/AAAAAAAABvk/At9ztf5wOio/s400/012.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454931280067003858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S7PPF5SDc1I/AAAAAAAABvc/90KBCPzcU0o/s1600/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S7PPF5SDc1I/AAAAAAAABvc/90KBCPzcU0o/s400/009.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454931273858642770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had no idea I could love these boys to the capacity that I do. But they are growing up so fast I wish I could push pause and lay with him on that blanket forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S7PPE_VVGSI/AAAAAAAABvU/5WZwNkd-6gI/s1600/023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S7PPE_VVGSI/AAAAAAAABvU/5WZwNkd-6gI/s400/023.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454931258303125794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5326424588995453774-5436999232886451896?l=iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/feeds/5436999232886451896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5326424588995453774&amp;postID=5436999232886451896&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/5436999232886451896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/5436999232886451896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/2010/03/can-i-push-pause.html' title='Can I push pause?'/><author><name>Shawna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10526114922907555384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S4WQVZrAoiI/AAAAAAAABnw/LZPApbCWUUg/S220/HP1+232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S7PQLmv4M0I/AAAAAAAABwM/ZO5jN-FdSX0/s72-c/008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5326424588995453774.post-7698401258495106644</id><published>2010-03-20T15:48:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T15:50:20.369-06:00</updated><title type='text'>check it out</title><content type='html'>Check out the new photos I just did of a beautiful girl and her grandpa's horses. Im just getting that spring fever and am ready to do some pictures. So let me know if you'd like some and what you think of the photos. &lt;br /&gt;Just click on my pic me photography button&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5326424588995453774-7698401258495106644?l=iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/feeds/7698401258495106644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5326424588995453774&amp;postID=7698401258495106644&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/7698401258495106644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/7698401258495106644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/2010/03/check-it-out.html' title='check it out'/><author><name>Shawna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10526114922907555384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S4WQVZrAoiI/AAAAAAAABnw/LZPApbCWUUg/S220/HP1+232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5326424588995453774.post-3296055599574183421</id><published>2010-03-18T20:54:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T21:11:34.366-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A little pick me up</title><content type='html'>After my poor me post I posted last time I thought it might be time to post something nice, so that you all dont think Im loosing it. I was able to go up north this last weekend and present Korbin with the money I raised for him. I just want to thank everyone who donated. It meant alot to me and the world to them. I went to see Korbin at his house and brought my dog Rambo with me. I think it was just what the doctor ordered. He was so happy to just let Rambo snuggle in his lap, I think he was happier to see the dog than me. Im so proud of Korbin and his strength. He is working hard with his physical therapy and soaking up all of the attention he has gotten. &lt;br /&gt;While I was up north I also got to see my lil sis who I hadnt seen in like nine months. Man I missed her. She is soooooo great. It was her first time meeting Kanon since he was born. It was love at first sight for the both of them. Maverick enjoyed playing the WI with her and chasing her friend Lacie's dog around. It was a nice break to go for a visit and forget about my trials for a moment. I looked at Korbin and thanked my Heavenly Father that my boys are healthy and I dont have to watch them suffer in pain. I am truly blessed it just takes being down in the dumps to see the light some times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S6LpBpLASqI/AAAAAAAABsc/SeZB-OOVBHk/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S6LpBpLASqI/AAAAAAAABsc/SeZB-OOVBHk/s400/010.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450174713512872610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Korbin (the Warrior) and Rambo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S6LovR94cWI/AAAAAAAABsU/wNfTq9OmcAk/s1600-h/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S6LovR94cWI/AAAAAAAABsU/wNfTq9OmcAk/s400/011.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450174398046171490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Auntie Jess, Korbin's mom getting some snuggles from Kanon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S6Lou0EjzcI/AAAAAAAABsM/mlcDlZb6QpM/s1600-h/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S6Lou0EjzcI/AAAAAAAABsM/mlcDlZb6QpM/s400/014.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450174390021115330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S6LouKXIN1I/AAAAAAAABsE/40_ZWNWXd-8/s1600-h/017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S6LouKXIN1I/AAAAAAAABsE/40_ZWNWXd-8/s400/017.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450174378824709970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maverick and his future girlfriend Kaitlyn. She's Korbins sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S6LotjNUfnI/AAAAAAAABr8/H1NwZJFUWu4/s1600-h/020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S6LotjNUfnI/AAAAAAAABr8/H1NwZJFUWu4/s400/020.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450174368314588786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He LOVES his auntie Sarah!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S6LotJV_w1I/AAAAAAAABr0/a_O5lriYzGU/s1600-h/021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S6LotJV_w1I/AAAAAAAABr0/a_O5lriYzGU/s400/021.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450174361371657042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man I miss her guts, I wish college didnt take so long to finish&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5326424588995453774-3296055599574183421?l=iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/feeds/3296055599574183421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5326424588995453774&amp;postID=3296055599574183421&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/3296055599574183421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/3296055599574183421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/2010/03/little-pick-me-up.html' title='A little pick me up'/><author><name>Shawna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10526114922907555384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S4WQVZrAoiI/AAAAAAAABnw/LZPApbCWUUg/S220/HP1+232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S6LpBpLASqI/AAAAAAAABsc/SeZB-OOVBHk/s72-c/010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5326424588995453774.post-4631605141710629718</id><published>2010-03-09T16:16:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T16:53:27.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Does it hurt when I press here?!</title><content type='html'>I just need a moment to feel sorry for myself. So Im sorry ahead of time if you thought you were about to read something uplifting or interesting.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I have been through alot in the past ten years. I was married to a heroin addict for almost five years. I survived day to day moment by moment. I drained my friends by being so needy and always having some kind of drama going on with me. I felt so lost and helpless. However during that time joined the LDS church, against my families wishes and finally felt a glimmer of hope. I ended that marriage and quickly met and married Nephi. We started our family fast and life hasnt stopped since. Nephi has lost his job twice, &lt;em&gt;twice&lt;/em&gt; I said since we have been married. It seems as if we are never going to catch a break. Dont get me wrong, I dont look back at my life and not see the blessings, believe me I do. I just feel like we are always being hit down right when we are about to climb out. I was reminded today about how scary things are when I went to WIC. Not even one hour after the doors had opened they were full for the day and couldnt help anyone. And I was one of the ones they couldnt help. And it sucks of course my checks just ran out last month. UGH!!! And also the government is running our of unemployment so having Nephi still on it, which he has been for the last SIX months is really up in the air. Now anyone who is married can understand, I love my husband, I really do. I just dont want to be around him 24/7! I need him to get a job, oh wait he cant! In case you didnt hear, he tore his ACL while trying to be an NBA star in church ball and now has to have surgery. &lt;em&gt;Do you see what Im saying, Im dieing here&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;So why is it you ask Im going on and on like this. Well today I was reminded again about how crapy of a friend and person I have become while wallowing in my own crap. I forgot about a hair appointment and scheduled something else at the same time. My friend does my hair and is always very good about getting me in. However I back out over and over, One time I have money to do my hair and another I dont. Its just not who I am, Im tried of who I have become. Im sorry to all of my friends for draining you and not having alot of good things going on to share. However to all of you that I have wasted your time, I am truly thankful for you all. Without you I dont know where I would be. Im making a promise that from this day on I am giving my best effort to be more positive. To not share everything thats going and have everyone feel sorry for me. The only one that can be sorry is me. This post wasnt really for anything accept for me to get it all out of my head. Im sorry if anyone actually read this!&lt;br /&gt;Until next time I will now be going and listening to my son sing "talk dirty to me" by poison so I can smile and remember that life really isnt &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5326424588995453774-4631605141710629718?l=iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/feeds/4631605141710629718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5326424588995453774&amp;postID=4631605141710629718&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/4631605141710629718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/4631605141710629718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/2010/03/does-it-hurt-when-i-press-here.html' title='Does it hurt when I press here?!'/><author><name>Shawna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10526114922907555384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S4WQVZrAoiI/AAAAAAAABnw/LZPApbCWUUg/S220/HP1+232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5326424588995453774.post-7233658464862610976</id><published>2010-03-07T09:20:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T09:24:43.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting over</title><content type='html'>Im starting over with my photography blog. I have come a long way since I first made my other one and feel like I needed to spice things up. I took some pics of my sweet boys to start it off, I mean who else would I start with really. (they are just stinkin cute) so if you want go ahead and take a peek, my photography button is on the left under my new photography name "Pic Me Photography"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5326424588995453774-7233658464862610976?l=iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/feeds/7233658464862610976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5326424588995453774&amp;postID=7233658464862610976&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/7233658464862610976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/7233658464862610976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/2010/03/starting-over.html' title='Starting over'/><author><name>Shawna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10526114922907555384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S4WQVZrAoiI/AAAAAAAABnw/LZPApbCWUUg/S220/HP1+232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5326424588995453774.post-6952447619328704328</id><published>2010-03-04T22:04:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T22:26:49.261-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My cute boys</title><content type='html'>So I have been sick now for over a week. Maverick has been sick too so the two of us have been butting heads. I havent been very patient with him and he is soooo not with me. I start getting into stinkin thinkin and remember that my two little angels were sent to me from my father in heaven. They are only mine to help bring together his plan for them and be blessed in the process. That line is very hard to remember when you are a sick, tired, and frustrated mom. I think its safe to say we all get that way from time to time. So today while Im remembering why I love being a mom I got together some pictures of my two monsters. Everyone keeps saying how much alike they look. My friend Wade put it in a very funny way, he said "they look like they were twins in Heaven and one got sent down before the other." Now since I am the mom and see them every day and know their personalities I dont see it that way. However when I put these little collages together Im starting to see what everyone is saying. They are almost exactly the same age in every picture. So see for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S5CSBodFHYI/AAAAAAAABpo/3kJQA26SRnM/s1600-h/Beals+family+pics+063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S5CSBodFHYI/AAAAAAAABpo/3kJQA26SRnM/s400/Beals+family+pics+063.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445012506227842434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S5CSBBDrWDI/AAAAAAAABpg/ma16IXpjH8A/s1600-h/220_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S5CSBBDrWDI/AAAAAAAABpg/ma16IXpjH8A/s400/220_edited-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445012495652313138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S5CSAYc-p5I/AAAAAAAABpY/m9YBpYbS9do/s1600-h/scan0003+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 273px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S5CSAYc-p5I/AAAAAAAABpY/m9YBpYbS9do/s400/scan0003+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445012484752582546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this handsome guy is our newest family addition, Wiley. He is a Weimaraner, we rescued him from a very bad place. The people who owned him before paid 1200 bucks for him and we got him for FREE. SCORE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S5CRkdZXuzI/AAAAAAAABpQ/VLq4vbxQpkE/s1600-h/wiley+034+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S5CRkdZXuzI/AAAAAAAABpQ/VLq4vbxQpkE/s400/wiley+034+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445012005043288882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S5CRjiVx43I/AAAAAAAABpI/dBv4uk0nnuo/s1600-h/wiley+028+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S5CRjiVx43I/AAAAAAAABpI/dBv4uk0nnuo/s400/wiley+028+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445011989190534002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is the sweetest thing ever and loves being with us. He even does tricks for Maverick. He will sit,shake and lay down for him. Its great&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S5CRjAztETI/AAAAAAAABpA/ZPdZGc-IX2c/s1600-h/wiley+014+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S5CRjAztETI/AAAAAAAABpA/ZPdZGc-IX2c/s400/wiley+014+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445011980189241650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5326424588995453774-6952447619328704328?l=iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/feeds/6952447619328704328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5326424588995453774&amp;postID=6952447619328704328&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/6952447619328704328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/6952447619328704328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-cute-boys.html' title='My cute boys'/><author><name>Shawna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10526114922907555384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S4WQVZrAoiI/AAAAAAAABnw/LZPApbCWUUg/S220/HP1+232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S5CSBodFHYI/AAAAAAAABpo/3kJQA26SRnM/s72-c/Beals+family+pics+063.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5326424588995453774.post-2447267625618778522</id><published>2010-02-25T14:20:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T14:43:09.209-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cash for Korbin/Prayer</title><content type='html'>This is my sweet friend Jessica's son Korbin. Korbin is an amazing person who has been handed a few hard tasks in life. When he was on 18 months old he was diagnosed with Diabetes. That was such a heart wrenching time for his parents and family. I'll never forget seeing his sweet little face laying in that metal crib at the hospital, nurses coming to poke at him every few hours. Through that event however Korbin gained a strength unlike any Ive ever known. He has learned all he can about his diabetes and takes care of it with such maturity. Now after all he's been through these last 7 years you would think the boy could catch a break. That's not the case. Hence the purpose for my post. Korbin had been having a bit of pain in his hip and leg for some time. His mom or doctors couldn't put their finger on what it could be. After x-rays and other tests the discovered he has Perthes Disease. Perthes is a condition in children characterized by a temporary loss of blood supply to the hip. Without an adequate blood supply, the rounded head of the femur (the " ball " of the " ball and socket " joint of the hip) dies. The area becomes intensely inflamed and irritated. What a blow this was to their family. They have been overwhelmed with bills after bills with all that Korbin needs. Korbin just had surgery yesterday to receive some hard ware in his hip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S4bsRSixBdI/AAAAAAAABo4/xKTMz3FhXOo/s1600-h/A00070F03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 254px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S4bsRSixBdI/AAAAAAAABo4/xKTMz3FhXOo/s400/A00070F03.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442296981503411666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can tell this was a very very painful procedure, followed by high blood sugars, and an upper respitory infection. He however has a spirit stronger than anyone I have ever met and is fighting back. He will be in the hospital until Sunday and will be in a wheel chair for 6 weeks. Followed by intense intense physical therapy to learn to walk again.&lt;br /&gt;So why am I sharing this you might ask? This is because I need your help. I am doing this fund raiser called cash for Korbin. I'm trying to get together a little cash for his parents to help them with some of the medical expenses. I know that times are hard for everyone so anything would be great. And if you cannot offer money please please keep him and his family in your prayers. I love this little boy deeply and his mom is a rock. She is such a great person, friend, mother and wife. If you are interested in helping please leave a comment.&lt;br /&gt;I have posted some pictures of Korbin just before his surgery and just after. I know what you're thinking too....... yes he is a handsome boy thats going to get alot of ladies and thats no thanks to his daddy, its all mom.&lt;br /&gt;thanks for reading this if you did and please look inside yourself and see if there is anything you can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S4bp_COcC0I/AAAAAAAABow/5UkyaVXMeBo/s1600-h/GetAttachment4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S4bp_COcC0I/AAAAAAAABow/5UkyaVXMeBo/s400/GetAttachment4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442294468862282562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S4bp-gRrDLI/AAAAAAAABoo/8IvEZXzSdaM/s1600-h/GetAttachment5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S4bp-gRrDLI/AAAAAAAABoo/8IvEZXzSdaM/s400/GetAttachment5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442294459749043378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S4bp-duVBsI/AAAAAAAABog/cr7P88uO9aM/s1600-h/GetAttachment.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S4bp-duVBsI/AAAAAAAABog/cr7P88uO9aM/s400/GetAttachment.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442294459063928514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S4bp9-ntpCI/AAAAAAAABoY/pCbn5dG2XMk/s1600-h/GetAttachment2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S4bp9-ntpCI/AAAAAAAABoY/pCbn5dG2XMk/s400/GetAttachment2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442294450714682402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S4bp9cldZYI/AAAAAAAABoQ/rGyx_IfYgUI/s1600-h/GetAttachment3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S4bp9cldZYI/AAAAAAAABoQ/rGyx_IfYgUI/s400/GetAttachment3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442294441578423682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5326424588995453774-2447267625618778522?l=iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/feeds/2447267625618778522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5326424588995453774&amp;postID=2447267625618778522&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/2447267625618778522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/2447267625618778522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/2010/02/cash-for-korbinprayer.html' title='Cash for Korbin/Prayer'/><author><name>Shawna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10526114922907555384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S4WQVZrAoiI/AAAAAAAABnw/LZPApbCWUUg/S220/HP1+232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S4bsRSixBdI/AAAAAAAABo4/xKTMz3FhXOo/s72-c/A00070F03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5326424588995453774.post-5717190997971978753</id><published>2010-01-21T14:56:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T15:31:22.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2010 I Suck!</title><content type='html'>So as you can tell by my blog or the lack there of I haven't been very good about posting. In my defense, I don't have the Internet at my house so going to the library isn't that convenient. Anyway so I thought Id bring life up to speed through some fun pics of whats been happening at the Iverson household. &lt;br /&gt;They go as follows............&lt;br /&gt;1. Just Cute pics of me and my boys on Christmas Eve&lt;br /&gt;2.Baby Kanon's amazing blessing, given to him by his amazing daddy. Truly an emointal day and wonderful blessing. Grandma and grandpa Iverson came for it&lt;br /&gt;3.Random pics of my cute boys&lt;br /&gt;4.Maverick trying out potty training, only lasted one day. LOL Mommy realizes he and I are BOTH not ready. &lt;br /&gt;5.Maverick is OBSESSED with bowling on the wi. So we took him bowling for his first time and needless to say he LOVED it.&lt;br /&gt;So those are the top five things that make my life worth living. Not to mention my wonderful hubby who is currently kicking my butt with a weight set we purchased. He and I are working out together at night when the boys go to bed. The best part is ending in the shower together afterwords. LOL ok so that might have been alittle too much information. &lt;br /&gt;Plans for the new year are to keep up on this dumb blog, eat better and be a great wife and Mommy. thanks for not forgetting to check my blog now and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S1jUjgEHDpI/AAAAAAAABnY/hAzm3Bvp1d4/s1600-h/shawna+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S1jUjgEHDpI/AAAAAAAABnY/hAzm3Bvp1d4/s400/shawna+011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429323057162817170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S1jUihg1zFI/AAAAAAAABnQ/mhcstYEG0lI/s1600-h/shawna+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S1jUihg1zFI/AAAAAAAABnQ/mhcstYEG0lI/s400/shawna+012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429323040371887186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S1jUhxKpt_I/AAAAAAAABnI/pnHLyDXFLVM/s1600-h/shawna+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S1jTxS3KYoI/AAAAAAAABmw/6TRZ3f9cVU8/s400/shawna+031.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429322194625389186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S1jTw5_D6oI/AAAAAAAABmo/0G9X7WxvZfo/s1600-h/shawna+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S1jTw5_D6oI/AAAAAAAABmo/0G9X7WxvZfo/s400/shawna+027.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429322187947633282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S1jTwDCMqII/AAAAAAAABmg/1inRQd6R9nE/s1600-h/shawna+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S1jTwDCMqII/AAAAAAAABmg/1inRQd6R9nE/s400/shawna+025.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429322173196839042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S1jSKC3tTrI/AAAAAAAABmQ/hD_Y9U1GXWk/s1600-h/shawna+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S1jSKC3tTrI/AAAAAAAABmQ/hD_Y9U1GXWk/s400/shawna+038.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429320420806184626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S1jSJol62XI/AAAAAAAABmI/4igqZtcWQI0/s1600-h/shawna+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S1jSJol62XI/AAAAAAAABmI/4igqZtcWQI0/s400/shawna+037.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429320413752252786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S1jSJUc007I/AAAAAAAABmA/_b2th4InFAo/s1600-h/shawna+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S1jSJUc007I/AAAAAAAABmA/_b2th4InFAo/s400/shawna+039.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429320408345400242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S1jSI_Bzs6I/AAAAAAAABl4/iOsEb2I8ZBU/s1600-h/shawna+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S1jSI_Bzs6I/AAAAAAAABl4/iOsEb2I8ZBU/s400/shawna+042.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429320402594935714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5326424588995453774-5717190997971978753?l=iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/feeds/5717190997971978753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5326424588995453774&amp;postID=5717190997971978753&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/5717190997971978753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/5717190997971978753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010-i-suck.html' title='2010 I Suck!'/><author><name>Shawna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10526114922907555384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S4WQVZrAoiI/AAAAAAAABnw/LZPApbCWUUg/S220/HP1+232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S1jUjgEHDpI/AAAAAAAABnY/hAzm3Bvp1d4/s72-c/shawna+011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5326424588995453774.post-8848136877561450874</id><published>2009-12-18T16:13:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T16:26:41.722-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I smell Santa.....</title><content type='html'>So I really love this time of year. I reflect back on the past year and see all the blessings I have in my life. I don't remember what life was like before my kids. They are the sunshine in my soul. I just cant wait to see Maverick's little face on Christmas morning. He will be so excited. Probably more excited than he was to Santa at the mall. He wasn't actually scared of him, he just didn't want to sit on his lap. So I did with Maverick on mine. After sitting there for one sec I realized why he didn't want to sit there. It was the strangest thing but that Santa smelled like PICKLES! All I could think to myself was, "Hurry up and tell him what you want so Mommy can get out of here."&lt;br /&gt;Anyway things around the Iverson household couldn't be any brighter. We are STILL enjoying Nephi being home full time....(still no Job) But we really aren't worried about it. My family is coming to visit tonight and I couldn't be happier about it. I miss them all so much. And as for that horrible birth announcement I made and spelled my own last name wrong on, well I didn't end up sending them out and made new ones. Well they are birth announcement/Christmas cards. I love how they turned out. The rest of the pics are the cutest kids you will ever see. &lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone has a VERY Merry Christmas!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SywNM7jSJhI/AAAAAAAABlI/EUTIsTsfAtA/s1600-h/kk+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SywNM7jSJhI/AAAAAAAABlI/EUTIsTsfAtA/s400/kk+008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416718967615137298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life doesn't get any better than waking up to these faces!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SywNMYTU6_I/AAAAAAAABlA/UyA6HiDMoq4/s1600-h/kk+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SywNMYTU6_I/AAAAAAAABlA/UyA6HiDMoq4/s400/kk+009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416718958152969202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SywNLyuGT2I/AAAAAAAABk4/9A8wzC2LDPQ/s1600-h/kk+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 276px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SywNLyuGT2I/AAAAAAAABk4/9A8wzC2LDPQ/s400/kk+005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416718948064710498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SywNLciLNJI/AAAAAAAABkw/nRME7eivxpA/s1600-h/kk+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SywNLciLNJI/AAAAAAAABkw/nRME7eivxpA/s400/kk+006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416718942109119634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SywNKx6yfdI/AAAAAAAABko/WDFU_-L0ijM/s1600-h/kk+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 292px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SywNKx6yfdI/AAAAAAAABko/WDFU_-L0ijM/s400/kk+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416718930669632978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5326424588995453774-8848136877561450874?l=iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/feeds/8848136877561450874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5326424588995453774&amp;postID=8848136877561450874&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/8848136877561450874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/8848136877561450874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-smell-santa.html' title='I smell Santa.....'/><author><name>Shawna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10526114922907555384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S4WQVZrAoiI/AAAAAAAABnw/LZPApbCWUUg/S220/HP1+232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SywNM7jSJhI/AAAAAAAABlI/EUTIsTsfAtA/s72-c/kk+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5326424588995453774.post-4666532906532480086</id><published>2009-11-23T13:28:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T13:45:04.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A bit too long....</title><content type='html'>Its been a bit too long since I have updated this old thing. Life is crazy with two kids. However life couldn't be any better either. We are just chugging along taking every thing one day at a time. My post pardom has gotten so much better. I went to the doc and got on some medication and I have to say it saved my life. I feel so much better and can function more like myself. I think Nephi likes me better medicated, hahahahah. I feel for anyone who has struggled with post pardom, its real and it doesn't feel good. I was ashamed at first to admit that I needed help but looking back I know that was stupid because I feel so much better after reaching out. Anyway on to more fun things like the amazingly cute pictures of my little man Kanon. I took these a few weeks ago, I think they turned out great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/Swrxzbu2i6I/AAAAAAAABkg/94Q3p368JIY/s1600/kanon+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/Swrxzbu2i6I/AAAAAAAABkg/94Q3p368JIY/s400/kanon+003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407400168531594146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/Swrxy5upCjI/AAAAAAAABkY/e-LNJ7-Vq9A/s1600/kanon+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/Swrxy5upCjI/AAAAAAAABkY/e-LNJ7-Vq9A/s400/kanon+005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407400159403903538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/Swrxyj8eOII/AAAAAAAABkQ/JMjWT12oHmg/s1600/kanon+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/Swrxyj8eOII/AAAAAAAABkQ/JMjWT12oHmg/s400/kanon+004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407400153556334722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SwrxyDeFjwI/AAAAAAAABkI/ThjPgtBqtoM/s1600/kanon+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SwrxyDeFjwI/AAAAAAAABkI/ThjPgtBqtoM/s400/kanon+007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407400144838954754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also spelled my own last name wrong on this birth announcement I made. What an idiot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SwrxY_2ezjI/AAAAAAAABkA/OmnkJTvbrGk/s1600/kanon1+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SwrxY_2ezjI/AAAAAAAABkA/OmnkJTvbrGk/s400/kanon1+007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407399714370801202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of my friends and I made matching new moon shirts and stood in line from nine at night until midnight to see New Moon. And let me tell you honey it was worth it. We had a fun time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SwrxYnoexNI/AAAAAAAABj4/-w3u0wrD5Zo/s1600/kanon1+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SwrxYnoexNI/AAAAAAAABj4/-w3u0wrD5Zo/s400/kanon1+008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407399707869627602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we also had a couples New Moon dinner on Sat. night. Well Nephi is ANTI anything twilight so he stayed home with the kids and I went by myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SwrxYOMLyyI/AAAAAAAABjw/z_G36JPg1a0/s1600/kanon1+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SwrxYOMLyyI/AAAAAAAABjw/z_G36JPg1a0/s400/kanon1+012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407399701040057122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SwrxXwFhkgI/AAAAAAAABjo/Xrtw8oM67YA/s1600/kanon1+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SwrxXwFhkgI/AAAAAAAABjo/Xrtw8oM67YA/s400/kanon1+014.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407399692959060482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are all of my wonderful ward friends. We played an awsome New Moon game after dinner. It was alot of fun. &lt;br /&gt;Well this wasnt the most in depth post but I thought it was time to put something. Until next time blogging world, enjoy this little piece of me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5326424588995453774-4666532906532480086?l=iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/feeds/4666532906532480086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5326424588995453774&amp;postID=4666532906532480086&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/4666532906532480086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/4666532906532480086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/2009/11/bit-too-long.html' title='A bit too long....'/><author><name>Shawna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10526114922907555384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S4WQVZrAoiI/AAAAAAAABnw/LZPApbCWUUg/S220/HP1+232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/Swrxzbu2i6I/AAAAAAAABkg/94Q3p368JIY/s72-c/kanon+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5326424588995453774.post-710530662161144812</id><published>2009-10-21T16:25:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T16:48:15.702-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is amazing!!</title><content type='html'>I'm having a really hard time adjusting to being a mom of two. I cant be two places at once and that's hard. The other morning I was nursing Kanon in the computer chair in my room when Maverick came in and laid his little head on my pillow. He looked at me with a face of, "mommy I really wish you would snuggle me right now". It ripped my heart out. I just sat there with tears rolling down my cheeks and told him I would snuggle when I was done. No one can prepare you for the way things change bringing other babies into the world. Its great and hard all at the same time. I'm adjusting though in my own way and time. I am struggling with a little bout of postpartum. I'm going to the doc in the morning to have him tell me that I'm normal and that everything will be ok. Nursing is alot harder this time around, but me and the nipples are both in it for the long hall so we are gettin by. Anyway not a very long post but thought I'd throw in a few more pics. My computer crashed so I wasn't able to edit any of these pics, but I think they turned out pretty stinkin cute. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/St-M1kuS38I/AAAAAAAABjY/WSnYC9eFKEg/s1600-h/kan+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/St-M1kuS38I/AAAAAAAABjY/WSnYC9eFKEg/s400/kan+012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395185730631950274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/St-M1SFwcsI/AAAAAAAABjQ/Cmild6Yi7Kc/s1600-h/kan+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/St-M1SFwcsI/AAAAAAAABjQ/Cmild6Yi7Kc/s400/kan+011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395185725630083778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/St-M00KAslI/AAAAAAAABjI/5O_9tQaEn0c/s1600-h/kan+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/St-M00KAslI/AAAAAAAABjI/5O_9tQaEn0c/s400/kan+004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395185717594862162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/St-M0vVyuUI/AAAAAAAABjA/J5ShrZ1lB7E/s1600-h/kan+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/St-M0vVyuUI/AAAAAAAABjA/J5ShrZ1lB7E/s400/kan+003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395185716302100802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maverick loves to take whatever toy to bed with him that he has been playing with that day. This night was my guitar for guitar hero. I'm alittle ashamed to say that my sons favorite song to sing and dance to is Poison, "talk dirty to me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/St-M0J-qdtI/AAAAAAAABi4/QTifOag1oWQ/s1600-h/kan+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/St-M0J-qdtI/AAAAAAAABi4/QTifOag1oWQ/s400/kan+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395185706272978642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love this pic of my mom and boys. It was so great having her stay with me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5326424588995453774-710530662161144812?l=iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/feeds/710530662161144812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5326424588995453774&amp;postID=710530662161144812&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/710530662161144812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/710530662161144812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/2009/10/life-is-amazing.html' title='Life is amazing!!'/><author><name>Shawna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10526114922907555384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S4WQVZrAoiI/AAAAAAAABnw/LZPApbCWUUg/S220/HP1+232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/St-M1kuS38I/AAAAAAAABjY/WSnYC9eFKEg/s72-c/kan+012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5326424588995453774.post-8767322483070173301</id><published>2009-10-13T14:05:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T14:44:22.513-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New baby...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/StTlIF8mpNI/AAAAAAAABiw/qcG-ngrD5m4/s1600-h/kan+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/StTlIF8mpNI/AAAAAAAABiw/qcG-ngrD5m4/s400/kan+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392186581067408594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last pic of the belly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/StTlHOLr29I/AAAAAAAABio/Gayx5gV9Yzs/s1600-h/kan+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/StTlHOLr29I/AAAAAAAABio/Gayx5gV9Yzs/s400/kan+004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392186566098279378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VERY VERY proud daddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/StTlGpdnrdI/AAAAAAAABig/LmS20Y_DGqg/s1600-h/kan+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/StTlGpdnrdI/AAAAAAAABig/LmS20Y_DGqg/s400/kan+006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392186556241391058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rough start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/StTj9BXQhdI/AAAAAAAABiY/CqPvY25080s/s1600-h/kan+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/StTj9BXQhdI/AAAAAAAABiY/CqPvY25080s/s400/kan+008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392185291346838994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting big brother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/StTj8rduW9I/AAAAAAAABiQ/CHUOhRuMfek/s1600-h/kan+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/StTj8rduW9I/AAAAAAAABiQ/CHUOhRuMfek/s400/kan+009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392185285468380114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVIN his Grandma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/StTj7z-cjdI/AAAAAAAABiI/rk2qmuyQs7s/s1600-h/kan+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/StTj7z-cjdI/AAAAAAAABiI/rk2qmuyQs7s/s400/kan+010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392185270573239762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/StTj7T4m_rI/AAAAAAAABiA/YpmWKHyDo4M/s1600-h/kan+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/StTj7T4m_rI/AAAAAAAABiA/YpmWKHyDo4M/s400/kan+014.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392185261958823602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outfit to go home in, alittle big, didnt think I was going to have such a little peanut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/StTj68biDrI/AAAAAAAABh4/mIGPdIr3Fzk/s1600-h/kan+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/StTj68biDrI/AAAAAAAABh4/mIGPdIr3Fzk/s400/kan+016.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392185255662849714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little angel faces&lt;br /&gt;Yes everyone I finally had my little bundle of joy. I went to my 38 week doc appointment and my fluid level was low. So I got induced the following morning. It was alot better experience this time compared to when I had Maverick. I was only in labor 6 1/2 hours, pushed four times and out popped a miracle. Kanon Crue Iverson was born Oct. 8th at 8:57p.m. He weighed 6lbs 1oz and was 19in long. He came into the world with a bang and within minutes had mommy stressing about him. His lungs were wet and he was having trouble breathing. He got rushed to the NICU and spent the first 6 hours of life there. Nephi was able to give him a blessing just before they took him, I felt so much comfort and peace watching him do so. It was a long 6 hour wait to see my baby but the second he was brought into my room it was all worth it. I'm so grateful that Heavenly father hears our prayers and in a still small voice lets us know he is there. We are all home now and couldn't love life any more. Maverick could not be any sweeter with his brother, he LOVES him. The new rules at the hospital doesnt allow visitors and no kids under 14 so He wasn't able to hold him  until we got home. However my mom and Nephi brought Maverick to the hospital to have lunch with me and I got to show him the baby through the nursery. That was a fun experience. My mom was able to come and spend time with Maverick while I was in the hospital. I'm so happy she came, I feel closer to her now than I ever have before. She is a rock to me and I am so thankful for her. It was very hard to let her go home, but I look forward to her return in Dec. Thanks again mom, I love you so much.&lt;br /&gt;So life in the Iverson home is at its fullest, we are livin life and lovin every min of it. More pics to post later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5326424588995453774-8767322483070173301?l=iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/feeds/8767322483070173301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5326424588995453774&amp;postID=8767322483070173301&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/8767322483070173301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/8767322483070173301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/2009/10/new-baby.html' title='New baby...'/><author><name>Shawna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10526114922907555384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S4WQVZrAoiI/AAAAAAAABnw/LZPApbCWUUg/S220/HP1+232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/StTlIF8mpNI/AAAAAAAABiw/qcG-ngrD5m4/s72-c/kan+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5326424588995453774.post-3325691147457293635</id><published>2009-09-04T13:17:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T13:26:30.659-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happier times</title><content type='html'>After writing my last drepressing post I thought Id post something happier. Nephi and I had a little photoshoot in our living room. The main star.....MY BELLY! We had photos taken of my belly when I was preggo with Maverick and thought it would be fun to do again. Maverick looks cute, as always and I look like a whale. So not much has changed since the last photos I posted. ENJOY!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway nothing much has changed, still no job and still living on faith. I guess thats how you grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SqFpBAGmdrI/AAAAAAAABhE/8aqhOWp01A8/s1600-h/baby+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 293px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SqFpBAGmdrI/AAAAAAAABhE/8aqhOWp01A8/s400/baby+005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377694895985555122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SqFo2XqLL3I/AAAAAAAABg8/uarR_eKgZUQ/s1600-h/baby+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 290px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SqFo2XqLL3I/AAAAAAAABg8/uarR_eKgZUQ/s400/baby+003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377694713330216818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SqFo1wsAQEI/AAAAAAAABg0/v4HjxmvDPOM/s1600-h/baby+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SqFo1wsAQEI/AAAAAAAABg0/v4HjxmvDPOM/s400/baby+004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377694702868906050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SqFo1S6jm8I/AAAAAAAABgs/QEdtz9LO7jI/s1600-h/baby+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 355px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SqFo1S6jm8I/AAAAAAAABgs/QEdtz9LO7jI/s400/baby+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377694694876879810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SqFo07I-v1I/AAAAAAAABgk/ck4L5yaCAmI/s1600-h/baby+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 282px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SqFo07I-v1I/AAAAAAAABgk/ck4L5yaCAmI/s400/baby+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377694688494927698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE LOVE LOVE these BOYS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SqFo0YSgCPI/AAAAAAAABgc/1J-bPaQiiu0/s1600-h/baby+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SqFo0YSgCPI/AAAAAAAABgc/1J-bPaQiiu0/s400/baby+007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377694679139617010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5326424588995453774-3325691147457293635?l=iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/feeds/3325691147457293635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5326424588995453774&amp;postID=3325691147457293635&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/3325691147457293635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/3325691147457293635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/2009/09/happier-times.html' title='Happier times'/><author><name>Shawna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10526114922907555384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S4WQVZrAoiI/AAAAAAAABnw/LZPApbCWUUg/S220/HP1+232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SqFpBAGmdrI/AAAAAAAABhE/8aqhOWp01A8/s72-c/baby+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5326424588995453774.post-170329460072236715</id><published>2009-08-31T14:42:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T14:57:22.413-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rockin my boat</title><content type='html'>So as many of you have heard, my best friend and loving husband lost his job last week. I have worried myself sick over the matter, I mean you can expect that when I'm about to have a baby in a matter of weeks. However, I have found a different kind of peace in my life at this time... I know that Heavenly Father is in control, I know he will not let us go through more than we can handle. I am falling deeper in love with my husband and son. I'm trying my best to be positive and give the situation to him every time I pray, knowing that I cant fix things myself. This baby coming is such a blessing in our lives, He is coming in just the time frame we need him. Does that mean I'm not worrying myself sick??? Ummmm NO and all of my friends and family would agree that I'm a worry wart. However its in the midst of storms that you find strange peace. I have friends that are so great, no one could ask for better. My ward is full of the best members. The friends I have made here truly my family not just my friends. They lift me in ways they have no idea. Thank you for that. My mom is a rock to me also, she always calls to check on me and I know her and my dad do their share of worrying. I'm so thankful for the power of the priesthood in my home and in my life. I'm thankful for the gospel and the temple, they bring my life so much peace. I truly wish I had something more positive and entertaining to post about, but for now this is my life as I know it. As for me physically I'm hanging in there with this pregnancy and continue to count down the days to meeting my little angel. Maverick continues to be the joy of my life, he is seriously one of the funniest kids I know. So thankfully his smile keeps me going. I pray that something good will come out of this chapter in our lives. As one of my favorite singers, Bob Marley put it in an all time great song, "please don't you rock my boat, cuz I don't want my boat to be rockin" That sums up how I feel, I hope my boat stops rockin soon and I can have a break from hard times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5326424588995453774-170329460072236715?l=iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/feeds/170329460072236715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5326424588995453774&amp;postID=170329460072236715&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/170329460072236715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/170329460072236715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/2009/08/rockin-my-boat.html' title='Rockin my boat'/><author><name>Shawna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10526114922907555384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S4WQVZrAoiI/AAAAAAAABnw/LZPApbCWUUg/S220/HP1+232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5326424588995453774.post-841523982244479198</id><published>2009-08-03T16:29:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T16:46:43.166-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A two year old....</title><content type='html'>Well I know that my son is the cutest kid I have ever seen, however it never fails that someone in public comments on that fact too. I cant help it, he just is. He is so full of life and the center of mine. I finally got around to taking his two year pictures. I think they turned out great. He was actually really good and it only took me 20 min. Its not so hard when your model is so darling. He is soooooo excited about being a big brother, He really loves babies and I know he will do well. Anyway, just a short little blog about my little man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SndmOKeSnKI/AAAAAAAABgA/whbhggIYudQ/s1600-h/mav+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SndmOKeSnKI/AAAAAAAABgA/whbhggIYudQ/s400/mav+003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365869874550840482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SndmNgLdJKI/AAAAAAAABf0/pMWvaLLtayI/s1600-h/mav+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SndmNgLdJKI/AAAAAAAABf0/pMWvaLLtayI/s400/mav+006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365869863197549730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SndmNLFziyI/AAAAAAAABfo/lQaql8cg1uY/s1600-h/mav+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SndmNLFziyI/AAAAAAAABfo/lQaql8cg1uY/s400/mav+005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365869857536707362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SndmMnWymMI/AAAAAAAABfc/ANPmAoHJj_I/s1600-h/mav+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SndmMnWymMI/AAAAAAAABfc/ANPmAoHJj_I/s400/mav+004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365869847944272066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is so cute, he loves to say "nice" everytime he thinks something is cool. And Nephi has taught him to hold his hands up with the num one like touchdown!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SndmMB30SOI/AAAAAAAABfQ/Ff0Yf_XyCkQ/s1600-h/mav+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SndmMB30SOI/AAAAAAAABfQ/Ff0Yf_XyCkQ/s400/mav+007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365869837882247394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also thought I'd post our newest photo together, it was taken on the 4th of July. We try and take one every year in our red white and blue. Its not too bad considering I'm a huge preggo women. Thanks Amy for taking the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SndmaYQZhCI/AAAAAAAABgM/cD9AtKLG_hI/s1600-h/mav+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 331px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SndmaYQZhCI/AAAAAAAABgM/cD9AtKLG_hI/s400/mav+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365870084409099298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5326424588995453774-841523982244479198?l=iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/feeds/841523982244479198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5326424588995453774&amp;postID=841523982244479198&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/841523982244479198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/841523982244479198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/2009/08/two-year-old.html' title='A two year old....'/><author><name>Shawna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10526114922907555384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S4WQVZrAoiI/AAAAAAAABnw/LZPApbCWUUg/S220/HP1+232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SndmOKeSnKI/AAAAAAAABgA/whbhggIYudQ/s72-c/mav+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5326424588995453774.post-6667377002241480153</id><published>2009-07-30T13:56:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T14:12:20.207-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alot has been happening in the Iverson household. I have finished the babies nursery and I have to admit its pretty stinkin cute.Thankfully I have something like his room to keep my mind in a better place. This pregnancy has brought on a lot of unfamiliar feelings for me. My hormones have been going CrAzY!!! One day I'm happy the next I'm crying and Watch out NEPHI!! He has been my target for all my BAD mood swings. I feel like I'm going a little crazy. And to add to all that glory I fell the other day and jacked up my back and jerked my belly really good and had to rush to the doc to see if the baby was ok. THANKFULLY he is, and so am I but I am in alot of pain. I have to take it easy for the next few days which isn't easy for me. Oh wow did I just have another hormonal moment?? I really need to shape up if I'm ever going to convince Nephi to get me pregnant again, poor guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However through all of the changes that have come our way these last few months, I have this peace in my soul. I know that my father in aware of what we are going through at all times. I know that he doesn't let us go through more than we can handle. Thank goodness for that. I'm so grateful for all of the friends I have right now in my life. Without them, my strength might not be as great. I know that we were hand picked to be in the ward we are in and that the people we have come to love as family here are truly meant to be in our lives. I love where my life has ended up after all of the trials I have lived through. I'm so excited and scared to bring home this new little bundle of joy and start a new chapter in our lives. Ive never been so in love in my life, Nephi is my soul mate, my true best friend. Maverick is the whole reason my world turns and I cant wait to meet my little bun that is makin my oven so HOT!!! I miss not being able to blog as much, hopefully that will change soon. I'm taking Maverick's two year pictures today so maybe soon I can post them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chop this up to being another random post, filled with alot of random hormonal thoughts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5326424588995453774-6667377002241480153?l=iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/feeds/6667377002241480153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5326424588995453774&amp;postID=6667377002241480153&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/6667377002241480153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/6667377002241480153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/2009/07/alot-has-been-happening-in-iverson.html' title=''/><author><name>Shawna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10526114922907555384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S4WQVZrAoiI/AAAAAAAABnw/LZPApbCWUUg/S220/HP1+232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5326424588995453774.post-2341469764295244101</id><published>2009-07-17T13:32:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T13:35:57.361-06:00</updated><title type='text'>SO SO Lame...</title><content type='html'>Ok for all of you wondering why I haven't posted in awhile, its not because I don't have a million things to post about, or pictures. But We are struggling a little bit and have had the precious Internet turned off. Yes that's true, I had a going away party for my little friend the Internet and only get to have short visits with her while at friends houses. Its tragic. Hopefully soon we can get it back on and things will start looking up. Sad Sad day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5326424588995453774-2341469764295244101?l=iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/feeds/2341469764295244101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5326424588995453774&amp;postID=2341469764295244101&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/2341469764295244101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/2341469764295244101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-so-lame.html' title='SO SO Lame...'/><author><name>Shawna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10526114922907555384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S4WQVZrAoiI/AAAAAAAABnw/LZPApbCWUUg/S220/HP1+232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5326424588995453774.post-9027426998203469036</id><published>2009-06-21T15:54:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T16:26:01.343-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My best friend</title><content type='html'>For fathers day we went on a little trip to Kanab Utah, to visit the Best Friends Animal sanctuary. It is a place that rescues animals and rehabilitates them. We saw a special about them on t.v. and thought it would be fun to go see. They house 500 dogs and 800 cats. Not including all the other crazy animals they have. Michael Vicks 20 pitbulls they took from his fighting ring are being rehabbed there too. Anyway, we didn't know you had to schedule a tour to see the dogs and cats close up so we just ended up taking the short tour on a van to see some of the place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/Sj6vYAh2gfI/AAAAAAAABe4/KoocCGqCbW0/s1600-h/061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/Sj6vYAh2gfI/AAAAAAAABe4/KoocCGqCbW0/s400/061.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349906234356433394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/Sj6vXv8FbVI/AAAAAAAABew/fR-62teG5IY/s1600-h/057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/Sj6vXv8FbVI/AAAAAAAABew/fR-62teG5IY/s400/057.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349906229903060306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/Sj6vXQvFejI/AAAAAAAABeo/TBcQfYj0Nec/s1600-h/051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/Sj6vXQvFejI/AAAAAAAABeo/TBcQfYj0Nec/s400/051.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349906221527038514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/Sj6vXMOLqPI/AAAAAAAABeg/ZxpEd6s9FLc/s1600-h/040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/Sj6vXMOLqPI/AAAAAAAABeg/ZxpEd6s9FLc/s400/040.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349906220315289842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for the tour van, man we look good. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/Sj6vWwHVGyI/AAAAAAAABeY/31sArPXxUNo/s1600-h/029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 360px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/Sj6vWwHVGyI/AAAAAAAABeY/31sArPXxUNo/s400/029.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349906212770356002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maverick loves to hug animals. This is the cutest pic of him hugging this bird statue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/Sj6uTq9Q10I/AAAAAAAABeQ/EQACdwTdoYg/s1600-h/022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/Sj6uTq9Q10I/AAAAAAAABeQ/EQACdwTdoYg/s400/022.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349905060334720834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/Sj6uTN7MtQI/AAAAAAAABeI/WvxmC8ISTeE/s1600-h/017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/Sj6uTN7MtQI/AAAAAAAABeI/WvxmC8ISTeE/s400/017.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349905052541433090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/Sj6uS-Ve_hI/AAAAAAAABeA/YsbS51A_8J4/s1600-h/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/Sj6uS-Ve_hI/AAAAAAAABeA/YsbS51A_8J4/s400/011.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349905048356716050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this picture, not only is my hubby a hottie but he's holding my pride and joy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/Sj6uSh1HU8I/AAAAAAAABd4/nV5vpHrUpSk/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/Sj6uSh1HU8I/AAAAAAAABd4/nV5vpHrUpSk/s400/002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349905040704754626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/Sj6uScJQq7I/AAAAAAAABdw/EzRTP9Zh8vA/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/Sj6uScJQq7I/AAAAAAAABdw/EzRTP9Zh8vA/s400/004.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349905039178640306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so blessed to have Nephi in my life. He is everything I have ever wanted and more in a husband and daddy. He puts up with so much from me, being pregnant and all.(we wont go there) I'm thankful for the priesthood that he carries and the way it blesses our home. He is my BEST FREIND, My hunk of burning love, My night in shining armor and I hope that he had a great fathers day. I love you babe, thanks for everything you do for us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5326424588995453774-9027426998203469036?l=iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/feeds/9027426998203469036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5326424588995453774&amp;postID=9027426998203469036&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/9027426998203469036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/9027426998203469036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-best-friend.html' title='My best friend'/><author><name>Shawna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10526114922907555384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S4WQVZrAoiI/AAAAAAAABnw/LZPApbCWUUg/S220/HP1+232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/Sj6vYAh2gfI/AAAAAAAABe4/KoocCGqCbW0/s72-c/061.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5326424588995453774.post-4751667161821277357</id><published>2009-06-15T13:04:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T14:58:57.446-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A week of fun...</title><content type='html'>Maverick and I really needed a break from everyday life and wanted to go and do some playin. So we packed up and left sunny Hurricane and went to my parents in Santaquin. (where it rained on us all week) We sure enjoyed spending time with my family and friends. Although I didnt get pictures with everyone we visited I loved seeing all of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/Sjaedz0gwoI/AAAAAAAABdI/-DHXZ1bnEuM/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 371px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/Sjaedz0gwoI/AAAAAAAABdI/-DHXZ1bnEuM/s400/007.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347635842512896642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went and sat on Grandma's horse, Pepper Jack. I didnt know how Maverick would react, I thought he might be affraid, but NO We couldnt get him off. He's a little cowboy at heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SjaedaZ_tDI/AAAAAAAABdA/kSsts17rQaU/s1600-h/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SjaedaZ_tDI/AAAAAAAABdA/kSsts17rQaU/s400/018.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347635835690791986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/Sjaec-LVOwI/AAAAAAAABc4/F13txq0jXS0/s1600-h/048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/Sjaec-LVOwI/AAAAAAAABc4/F13txq0jXS0/s400/048.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347635828113095426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also got to go and see one of my bestest friends, Jess. Her little girl Kaitlyn and Maverick are only 4 weeks apart, its always so fun to watch them play together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/Sjaectw0aQI/AAAAAAAABcw/WcMh1Zw1wUM/s1600-h/066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/Sjaectw0aQI/AAAAAAAABcw/WcMh1Zw1wUM/s400/066.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347635823706925314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took some really cute pics at my nephews t-ball game, GO Caden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/Sjaeca_IsqI/AAAAAAAABco/MupAwj1pevw/s1600-h/078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/Sjaeca_IsqI/AAAAAAAABco/MupAwj1pevw/s400/078.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347635818666701474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SjadTQYPbmI/AAAAAAAABcg/CVPvEzB5k8o/s1600-h/119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SjadTQYPbmI/AAAAAAAABcg/CVPvEzB5k8o/s400/119.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347634561688759906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another one of my bestest friends, Tami went through the temple to recieve her endouments. I am so proud of her, and felt so close to her in the temple. Im so thankful for the blessings that the temple brings into our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SjadTDon6OI/AAAAAAAABcY/b6axm665XHE/s1600-h/118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SjadTDon6OI/AAAAAAAABcY/b6axm665XHE/s400/118.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347634558267812066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SjadSwTJXnI/AAAAAAAABcQ/q6xWircbALA/s1600-h/185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SjadSwTJXnI/AAAAAAAABcQ/q6xWircbALA/s400/185.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347634553077456498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maverick with his cousins, minus two more boys. Im sad I didnt get any pics of my little brothers boys, Maybe next time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SjadSU-92ZI/AAAAAAAABcI/UR-Twcd60i8/s1600-h/123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 398px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SjadSU-92ZI/AAAAAAAABcI/UR-Twcd60i8/s400/123.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347634545745058194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was able to take some family pics for my older brother Brandon and his family. It started out being a great overcast day and turned into a hurricane. I hope the few pics I got, they will like, I sure do. I loved hanging out with them, I miss my family so much and it was fun watching Maverick play with his cousins. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SjadSBbRFbI/AAAAAAAABcA/XP4ocNhiPTU/s1600-h/174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SjadSBbRFbI/AAAAAAAABcA/XP4ocNhiPTU/s400/174.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347634540495050162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last but not least, yesterday when we got home we went and picked up our puppy, Ruger. The one Maverick got for his birthday. He could not be any cuter, and Rambo makes a really good big brother. I love the pic of Ruger laying on Rambo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SjafE2GKy-I/AAAAAAAABdQ/1w_oExI06s4/s1600-h/205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SjafE2GKy-I/AAAAAAAABdQ/1w_oExI06s4/s400/205.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347636513138723810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SjafFNHEwqI/AAAAAAAABdY/xUNyGVXTUbA/s1600-h/213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 223px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SjafFNHEwqI/AAAAAAAABdY/xUNyGVXTUbA/s400/213.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347636519316538018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I survive potty traing with this puppy while Im pregnant, it will be a miracle!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SjafF2WV0YI/AAAAAAAABdo/wfrKmqov-WI/s1600-h/232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 377px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SjafF2WV0YI/AAAAAAAABdo/wfrKmqov-WI/s400/232.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347636530386424194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SjafFgm4qyI/AAAAAAAABdg/p-vHBXbSP9Y/s1600-h/229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SjafFgm4qyI/AAAAAAAABdg/p-vHBXbSP9Y/s400/229.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347636524550236962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5326424588995453774-4751667161821277357?l=iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/feeds/4751667161821277357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5326424588995453774&amp;postID=4751667161821277357&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/4751667161821277357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/4751667161821277357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/2009/06/week-of-fun.html' title='A week of fun...'/><author><name>Shawna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10526114922907555384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S4WQVZrAoiI/AAAAAAAABnw/LZPApbCWUUg/S220/HP1+232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/Sjaedz0gwoI/AAAAAAAABdI/-DHXZ1bnEuM/s72-c/007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5326424588995453774.post-4581007850633929487</id><published>2009-06-12T09:55:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T10:03:01.454-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just for fun</title><content type='html'>Well I dont have any pictures to post today, Im at my parents visiting, So when I get home I will post my fun here. But I thought just for fun, Ive seen this on other blogs. I would like you, whoever you are reading my blog to post a comment on why you like to read/look at my blog. I dont care if I know you or not Im just curious to see who looks at this thing and why. I dont find myself that entertaining, but maybe some of you do. Again this is just for fun and Im honestly just curious to see who in the cyberspace world is checkin me out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5326424588995453774-4581007850633929487?l=iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/feeds/4581007850633929487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5326424588995453774&amp;postID=4581007850633929487&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/4581007850633929487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/4581007850633929487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/2009/06/just-for-fun.html' title='Just for fun'/><author><name>Shawna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10526114922907555384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S4WQVZrAoiI/AAAAAAAABnw/LZPApbCWUUg/S220/HP1+232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5326424588995453774.post-4896123331137089475</id><published>2009-05-31T21:13:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T21:46:35.624-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Moon</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SJ9afRgToxE&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SJ9afRgToxE&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot wait for this movie. The trailer just came out tonight on MTV and I couldn't resist putting it on here. All I have to say is HELLO JACOB! However I still love you Edward Cullen&lt;br /&gt;You'll have to mute my music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENJOY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5326424588995453774-4896123331137089475?l=iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/feeds/4896123331137089475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5326424588995453774&amp;postID=4896123331137089475&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/4896123331137089475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/4896123331137089475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title='New Moon'/><author><name>Shawna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10526114922907555384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S4WQVZrAoiI/AAAAAAAABnw/LZPApbCWUUg/S220/HP1+232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5326424588995453774.post-5802920614957915937</id><published>2009-05-26T18:32:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T18:35:49.689-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/ShyKgjLZcVI/AAAAAAAABb4/Dq6fbrwE3mk/s1600-h/its-a-boy.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 364px; height: 307px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/ShyKgjLZcVI/AAAAAAAABb4/Dq6fbrwE3mk/s400/its-a-boy.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340295549958058322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEP that's right, I knew all along. Maverick will be the best big brother! We do have a name but we want to wait until he's born to tell everyone. And the other good news is they moved my due date up three days, Thats the best news yet!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5326424588995453774-5802920614957915937?l=iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/feeds/5802920614957915937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5326424588995453774&amp;postID=5802920614957915937&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/5802920614957915937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/5802920614957915937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/2009/05/yep-thats-right-i-knew-all-along.html' title=''/><author><name>Shawna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10526114922907555384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S4WQVZrAoiI/AAAAAAAABnw/LZPApbCWUUg/S220/HP1+232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/ShyKgjLZcVI/AAAAAAAABb4/Dq6fbrwE3mk/s72-c/its-a-boy.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5326424588995453774.post-3728623551021041016</id><published>2009-05-25T16:37:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T16:42:54.996-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it a boy or is it a girl?????</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/ShseZsUE6xI/AAAAAAAABbw/OzBR_llXBlA/s1600-h/boy-girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 243px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/ShseZsUE6xI/AAAAAAAABbw/OzBR_llXBlA/s400/boy-girl.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339895209918786322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning at 10:30 we get to hopefully find out what we are having. I hope the baby shows itself because I'm having a hard time not knowing what it is. Just for fun for all of you who read this post before tomorrow, leave a comment on what you predict it to be. It should be fun to see how many are right.&lt;br /&gt;I'm SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO excited to know!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5326424588995453774-3728623551021041016?l=iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/feeds/3728623551021041016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5326424588995453774&amp;postID=3728623551021041016&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/3728623551021041016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/3728623551021041016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/2009/05/is-it-boy-or-is-it-girl.html' title='Is it a boy or is it a girl?????'/><author><name>Shawna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10526114922907555384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S4WQVZrAoiI/AAAAAAAABnw/LZPApbCWUUg/S220/HP1+232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/ShseZsUE6xI/AAAAAAAABbw/OzBR_llXBlA/s72-c/boy-girl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5326424588995453774.post-7461340409282675747</id><published>2009-05-18T11:53:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T12:24:13.524-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday</title><content type='html'>Saturday was Maverick's 2nd birthday. We had a CARS party with some of Mav's little friends. I was so happy that my parents were able to come and visit spending the whole weekend with us. Last year like any new mom, I went WAY overboard on his birthday. I overstimulated him and he didnt have a very good time. This year I tried to be better and just have a few people and I think it turned out really nice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/ShGmaxQfeiI/AAAAAAAABbc/wPyK_XSq310/s1600-h/bday+041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/ShGmaxQfeiI/AAAAAAAABbc/wPyK_XSq310/s400/bday+041.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337230012240067106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tryin so hard to blow out the candles........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/ShGmass6tFI/AAAAAAAABbU/Hb7Tae4JeqA/s1600-h/bday+042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/ShGmass6tFI/AAAAAAAABbU/Hb7Tae4JeqA/s400/bday+042.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337230011017114706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoops I touched the flame, OUCH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/ShGmavohC5I/AAAAAAAABbM/f1zPjeKaQdU/s1600-h/bday+043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/ShGmavohC5I/AAAAAAAABbM/f1zPjeKaQdU/s400/bday+043.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337230011803962258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is a tired 2 year old who had enough partying for one day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/ShGlkuD_rHI/AAAAAAAABa8/3eKm0n24Xbg/s1600-h/bday+049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/ShGlkuD_rHI/AAAAAAAABa8/3eKm0n24Xbg/s400/bday+049.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337229083669408882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DONT ask me why I bought a transformer pinata instead of CARS, I almost punced a women in the face at Walmart over that one, but Im working through it. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/ShGlk8MY7lI/AAAAAAAABbE/DWYBNKrfW2Q/s1600-h/bday+062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/ShGlk8MY7lI/AAAAAAAABbE/DWYBNKrfW2Q/s400/bday+062.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337229087462714962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/ShGlkp5qf8I/AAAAAAAABa0/JUB5vtWaJkg/s1600-h/bday+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/ShGlkp5qf8I/AAAAAAAABa0/JUB5vtWaJkg/s400/bday+008.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337229082552336322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a little DVD of Maverick over the last year, starting from his last birthday. I cant believe how much he has grown. I think everyone enjoyed watching it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/ShGlkiCvp5I/AAAAAAAABas/9Gw8_2zgUy4/s1600-h/bday+082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/ShGlkiCvp5I/AAAAAAAABas/9Gw8_2zgUy4/s400/bday+082.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337229080442939282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other part of his birthday is the new puppy that will be coming home the first of June. BUT we couldnt wait so we got this great, overweight winer dog. His name is Rambo. He is supposed to weigh about 12 pounds but this chucky monkey weighs 25 pounds. We got him from a little old lady who's husband just pasted away and she couldnt take him with her where she was moving. He was free and the best little dog ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/ShGlkS7UTTI/AAAAAAAABak/1epPxuo3ops/s1600-h/bday+086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/ShGlkS7UTTI/AAAAAAAABak/1epPxuo3ops/s400/bday+086.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337229076385254706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only hope that his laid back personality will help train the new puppy. He's quite the little, ok BIG stud&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5326424588995453774-7461340409282675747?l=iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/feeds/7461340409282675747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5326424588995453774&amp;postID=7461340409282675747&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/7461340409282675747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/7461340409282675747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday'/><author><name>Shawna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10526114922907555384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S4WQVZrAoiI/AAAAAAAABnw/LZPApbCWUUg/S220/HP1+232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/ShGmaxQfeiI/AAAAAAAABbc/wPyK_XSq310/s72-c/bday+041.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5326424588995453774.post-1100293781121029498</id><published>2009-05-12T17:41:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T18:25:51.894-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My cup overfloweth</title><content type='html'>As I reflect on Mothers day and actually being a mother my heart is so full. Maverick has totally changed me. I cant even recall life without him. The joy and comfort a child brings into your life is like nothing ever felt. I often think of my sweet friends who have adopted children and realize that it doesnt matter how you became a mom, its how the child makes you one. Its in the way they make you feel whole and Heavenly fathers way of telling you he's proud of you, what a gift. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to really be into writing alot of poems but I havent written much lately, Actually not even one since Maverick was born. However its not something I sit and make up, I write them as they come to me. Soooooo I want to share a poem I wrote to my whole little world, Maverick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maverick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who would I be without you? Where would my life be now?&lt;br /&gt;I know I could be happy, I know I could feel love, but how?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your smile lights the room, Your laugh it feels my soul.&lt;br /&gt;I have never in my life felt my heart be so whole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the reason I get up in the morning, the reason I get out of bed&lt;br /&gt;The reason that these happy thoughts, bounce around my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A gift from my father in heaven, a true blessing unto me.&lt;br /&gt;When you look into my eyes tell me what you see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you see my love for you, I hope you see my smile.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you always how know you make my life worth while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the smiles, thank you for the tears, You are worth &lt;br /&gt;every second, even all my fears. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you my little Maverick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I also wanted to share some of the cutest kid alive AGAIN. I took these at dinner tonight while sitting on the patio. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SgoS-7H4OnI/AAAAAAAABYk/NxgrpEXT-IA/s1600-h/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SgoS-7H4OnI/AAAAAAAABYk/NxgrpEXT-IA/s400/016.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335097580805700210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SgoS-9YDJQI/AAAAAAAABYc/4J5gpy0E6Wk/s1600-h/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SgoS-9YDJQI/AAAAAAAABYc/4J5gpy0E6Wk/s400/012.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335097581410395394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at those lips........SOOOOO cute.&lt;br /&gt;I hope that all of you had a wonderful mother's day and feel the same blessing as I do of being a mother&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5326424588995453774-1100293781121029498?l=iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/feeds/1100293781121029498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5326424588995453774&amp;postID=1100293781121029498&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/1100293781121029498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/1100293781121029498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-cup-overfloweth.html' title='My cup overfloweth'/><author><name>Shawna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10526114922907555384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S4WQVZrAoiI/AAAAAAAABnw/LZPApbCWUUg/S220/HP1+232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SgoS-7H4OnI/AAAAAAAABYk/NxgrpEXT-IA/s72-c/016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5326424588995453774.post-4009396658732890502</id><published>2009-05-07T21:28:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T21:29:12.074-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Check out my photography blog, listed on the side here.(photos by Murry) Let me know what you think of the pics Ive been taking lately.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5326424588995453774-4009396658732890502?l=iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/feeds/4009396658732890502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5326424588995453774&amp;postID=4009396658732890502&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/4009396658732890502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/4009396658732890502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/2009/05/check-out-my-photography-blog-listed-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Shawna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10526114922907555384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S4WQVZrAoiI/AAAAAAAABnw/LZPApbCWUUg/S220/HP1+232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5326424588995453774.post-1630758228713122415</id><published>2009-05-06T13:51:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T13:58:51.324-06:00</updated><title type='text'>He's getting so big</title><content type='html'>So finally after weeks of talking myself out of it, I put Maverick in a big boy bed. Nephi and I spent some time putting it together, all leading up to the big finish of me crying like a five year old when he laid in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SgHrHcUSKlI/AAAAAAAABXM/TPgJnmM-wt8/s1600-h/138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SgHrHcUSKlI/AAAAAAAABXM/TPgJnmM-wt8/s400/138.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332801946876258898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SgHrHQeLTrI/AAAAAAAABXE/8qiFMRE9BIE/s1600-h/139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SgHrHQeLTrI/AAAAAAAABXE/8qiFMRE9BIE/s400/139.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332801943696527026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went with the CARS theme because Maverick is really obsessed with it. I really cant believe how well he handled the change. Again it was me who cried when he got into it, not him. I try to look into the future and see that I have a little baby on the way and that he really does have to grow up someday, even if I hate it. He is such a wonderful little boy and really is the center of our lives. I am trying to look forward to the changes instead of kicking and screaming about them coming. I guess he's been ready for the bed for quite some time now, I just had to give in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5326424588995453774-1630758228713122415?l=iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/feeds/1630758228713122415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5326424588995453774&amp;postID=1630758228713122415&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/1630758228713122415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/1630758228713122415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/2009/05/hes-getting-so-big.html' title='He&apos;s getting so big'/><author><name>Shawna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10526114922907555384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S4WQVZrAoiI/AAAAAAAABnw/LZPApbCWUUg/S220/HP1+232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SgHrHcUSKlI/AAAAAAAABXM/TPgJnmM-wt8/s72-c/138.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5326424588995453774.post-8492055100526029679</id><published>2009-05-02T21:52:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T22:32:19.625-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A horrible thing with a happy ending</title><content type='html'>First of all I want to thank everyone who commented on my last post. I have the greatest friends in my life. I'm feeling so much more uplifted and happy I got those things off of my chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so Friday turned out to be one of the most horrific days of my life!!&lt;br /&gt;It all started when I heard the most awful growling sound coming out of my dog, Tyson in the front room.(the dog we just got not two months ago) I was in my bedroom when I first heard it. I didn't think I heard right because he has NEVER growled. Well I heard it again so I went running down the hallway to see what was wrong. Just before I reached the room the Tyson turned and pinned Maverick by his neck and bit him on his forehead. Maverick screamed so loud it broke my heart. All I can tell that happened after that was that I saw red! I hit the dog so hard that I bruised my fingertips and they are now black and blue. I put him in his kennel and started bawling. I couldn't believe that had just happened. I quickly checked Maverick and to my surprise he was ok. The dog just nicked his head because I made it just in time. It makes me sick to think what would have happened had I been in the shower or something. He now has a few little bruises on his forehead but like I said it could have been much worse.&lt;br /&gt;Well I immediately got on the phone and called the shelter we got him from and tried to tell them through the tears what had happened. The shelter came and picked him up. I told them I didn't want a dog I couldn't trust. It was heart wrenching. Maverick keeps asking where he is. They were buddies. That's why I cant understand what happened. It was so hard on Maverick that last night was the first night ever he wouldn't sleep in his room. He had a bad dream (I think about what happened) and woke up screaming. Not to mention I couldn't sleep either replaying it in my mind. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway I called my mom bawling. I cried for 4 hours straight. I was sad to get rid of the dog, I hate the dog, I love the dog all those things going through my head. My mom had the idea that she wanted to get Maverick a puppy for his birthday. She and I both think that he needs a puppy to grow up with that gets used to him. Maverick's birthday is the 16th so I got online and started looking. WE FOUND ONE. He wont be ready until the first week in June, which I think is great. It gives us time to get over what happened and try to heal alittle. We went and put a payment down on him tonight and I wanted to share the pics. He is adorable. He is our happy ending&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/Sf0Zk-5riAI/AAAAAAAABW8/dVMU6Vm5zbY/s1600-h/128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/Sf0Zk-5riAI/AAAAAAAABW8/dVMU6Vm5zbY/s400/128.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331445657027446786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/Sf0ZkqQkD8I/AAAAAAAABW0/58EDUUeFPUg/s1600-h/133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/Sf0ZkqQkD8I/AAAAAAAABW0/58EDUUeFPUg/s400/133.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331445651486281666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/Sf0ZkqxVD4I/AAAAAAAABWs/nqOBQm8Q1Fk/s1600-h/136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/Sf0ZkqxVD4I/AAAAAAAABWs/nqOBQm8Q1Fk/s400/136.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331445651623710594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just look at that face, he is so cute you could eat him. He is a min pin/jack Russel mix. I believe he will be great for Maverick and hes small enough to take in the car. I swore I didnt want a puppy and Im anti potty training but I guess I have to get over that. I hope I never have to go through something like that again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5326424588995453774-8492055100526029679?l=iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/feeds/8492055100526029679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5326424588995453774&amp;postID=8492055100526029679&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/8492055100526029679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/8492055100526029679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/2009/05/horrible-thing-with-happy-ending.html' title='A horrible thing with a happy ending'/><author><name>Shawna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10526114922907555384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S4WQVZrAoiI/AAAAAAAABnw/LZPApbCWUUg/S220/HP1+232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/Sf0Zk-5riAI/AAAAAAAABW8/dVMU6Vm5zbY/s72-c/128.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5326424588995453774.post-4571379675310888161</id><published>2009-04-28T13:53:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T14:23:10.150-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A perfect brightness of hope</title><content type='html'>The last few days I have been feeling down. I cant decide if its hormones or me really actually feeling whats going on in my head. Making the choice to become a latter day saint was one of the single most challenging things I have ever done. Not because I didn't feel it was right but because it was something different than what I grew up and different from my family. Making the call to tell my parents that I was joining was also difficult. I wanted them to know they were invited and wanted them to feel apart of it but knew it would hurt them deeply, especially my mom. However I prayed to my father in heaven for them to try and understand, and they really tried, enough that they came to my baptism. Well here it is 4 years later and things have been for a lack of better words, different. I feel different from my family, I feel distant and not part. That is truly a hard thing for me. I know that they don't want me to feel that way but I do. In a sense I am different and I do believe differently than they do, but I love them unconditionally. I feel like the ugly duckling, or the black sheep. My family really has been great at not bringing up religion and not making me uncomfortable but I know that they talk about me. I know that my mom's way of dealing with it is by talking about it to the people in here church and to my siblings. That hurts, I know she doesn't mean for it to but it does. They all really feel that I'm confused and that I dont believe in the church. And I'm soooo not confused, I have more clarity in my life now than I ever have. Anyone that knew me before I joined the church knows how different I am now and how much happiness I have in my life because of it. I just wish my family could see that. This is one of the scriptures that I reflect upon when I'm having trials like this one.&lt;br /&gt;"Wherefore, ye must press forward with a steadfastness in Christ, having a perfect brightness of hope, and a love of God and of all men. Wherefore, if ye shall press forward, feasting upon the word of Christ, and endure to the end, behold, thus saith the Father: Ye shall have eternal life" (2 Nephi 31:18–20). &lt;br /&gt;As I sit here with tears in my eyes reflecting upon those words again I know them to be true. I must press forward and put my shoulder to the wheel and know that in the end this will all be worth it. I have a wonderful family that love me very much and struggle to understand me, but I also have a church family that love me also. I have eternal family with my husband,son and unborn child that help me to keep my prospective. I think I just needed to write this out and look back over it to realize the many blessings I DO have in my life and to remember to pray for understanding in my family. For those of you who actually took the time to read this whole post, Thank you. I'm grateful for my life and the way my savior saved me from the path I was headed before my baptism. I know the Church is true, I know that being sealed to my family is one of my biggest blessings. I love them very much. And I'm thankful for the gospel and the real clarity it brings into my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5326424588995453774-4571379675310888161?l=iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/feeds/4571379675310888161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5326424588995453774&amp;postID=4571379675310888161&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/4571379675310888161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/4571379675310888161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/2009/04/perfect-brightness-of-hope.html' title='A perfect brightness of hope'/><author><name>Shawna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10526114922907555384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S4WQVZrAoiI/AAAAAAAABnw/LZPApbCWUUg/S220/HP1+232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5326424588995453774.post-6914006871532330879</id><published>2009-04-21T20:58:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T21:40:55.633-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bath fun</title><content type='html'>With a mom who is crazy about her camera, you cant even take a bath without her bugging you for pictures. Tonight I couldn't resist taking some pics of Maverick while he was playing. I love his eyes, I always have and always will. They are amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/Se6IFkNXqWI/AAAAAAAABWU/Zq6uJ7EqDBE/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/Se6IFkNXqWI/AAAAAAAABWU/Zq6uJ7EqDBE/s400/004.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327345038426351970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/Se6IFQgy0OI/AAAAAAAABWM/bzybjqxwgTw/s1600-h/020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/Se6IFQgy0OI/AAAAAAAABWM/bzybjqxwgTw/s400/020.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327345033139114210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/Se6IFUO3qGI/AAAAAAAABWE/Ue_7BrCLD3w/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/Se6IFUO3qGI/AAAAAAAABWE/Ue_7BrCLD3w/s400/009.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327345034137675874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was playing with my editing program and turned this one into an oil painting. I think it looks cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/Se6IFJufSkI/AAAAAAAABV8/wcQqXpwh6m8/s1600-h/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/Se6IFJufSkI/AAAAAAAABV8/wcQqXpwh6m8/s400/018.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327345031317506626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just thought I would share the cutest boy in the world with you today. And girls beware these eyes will someday steal the hearts of many women! And that is one thing Im not happy about. I already feel there is NO girl good enough for my son. lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5326424588995453774-6914006871532330879?l=iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/feeds/6914006871532330879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5326424588995453774&amp;postID=6914006871532330879&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/6914006871532330879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/6914006871532330879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/2009/04/bath-fun.html' title='Bath fun'/><author><name>Shawna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10526114922907555384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S4WQVZrAoiI/AAAAAAAABnw/LZPApbCWUUg/S220/HP1+232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/Se6IFkNXqWI/AAAAAAAABWU/Zq6uJ7EqDBE/s72-c/004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5326424588995453774.post-6903270291797372840</id><published>2009-04-19T18:08:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T18:17:49.779-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A little fishin</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was a beautiful day and the perfect chance to take Maverick fishing with his new poll the Easter bunny brought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/Seu9e6LUYeI/AAAAAAAABVQ/AxNdxQcIy9o/s1600-h/036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 338px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/Seu9e6LUYeI/AAAAAAAABVQ/AxNdxQcIy9o/s400/036.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326559323006198242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Maverick's excited thing he does, he shakes and makes his mouth look like a bird beak. Its sooooooo cute. He loved watching daddy cast his poll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/Seu9YWmeODI/AAAAAAAABVI/xeXRkr72Kmg/s1600-h/038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 194px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/Seu9YWmeODI/AAAAAAAABVI/xeXRkr72Kmg/s400/038.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326559210377197618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was something Nephi has waited his whole life to do, fish with his son. He loved it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/Seu9YJQMwdI/AAAAAAAABVA/I8t31rHoWmo/s1600-h/040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/Seu9YJQMwdI/AAAAAAAABVA/I8t31rHoWmo/s400/040.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326559206794117586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Look at me cast daddy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/Seu9YE1KMXI/AAAAAAAABU4/ObbnjVeeeNs/s1600-h/042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/Seu9YE1KMXI/AAAAAAAABU4/ObbnjVeeeNs/s400/042.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326559205606961522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/Seu9X0nuoMI/AAAAAAAABUw/usxvqiUbVkA/s1600-h/045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/Seu9X0nuoMI/AAAAAAAABUw/usxvqiUbVkA/s400/045.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326559201255661762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Maverick didn't catch this fish, I did. And of course no one got my picture because I'm the only one that takes pictures. And yes it was very hard for me to let him touch it, don't even worry I WASHED his hands! But I'm happy to say I'm the only one that caught a fish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/Seu9XiRktVI/AAAAAAAABUo/hJhQoy4dKtU/s1600-h/049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/Seu9XiRktVI/AAAAAAAABUo/hJhQoy4dKtU/s400/049.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326559196330898770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a great day spent as a family. Nephi thought Maverick was a little hard, but I just kept reminding him that he is a 2 year old. Enough said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5326424588995453774-6903270291797372840?l=iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/feeds/6903270291797372840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5326424588995453774&amp;postID=6903270291797372840&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/6903270291797372840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/6903270291797372840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/2009/04/little-fishin.html' title='A little fishin'/><author><name>Shawna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10526114922907555384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S4WQVZrAoiI/AAAAAAAABnw/LZPApbCWUUg/S220/HP1+232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/Seu9e6LUYeI/AAAAAAAABVQ/AxNdxQcIy9o/s72-c/036.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5326424588995453774.post-8334207247295683281</id><published>2009-04-12T13:28:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T13:42:54.692-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter 2009</title><content type='html'>We had a wonderful time this morning watching Maverick light up to see what the Easter bunny had brought him. This is first thing this morning walking into find his treasures.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SeJBnXzJZhI/AAAAAAAABUY/-qt1NKtBFMU/s1600-h/easter+043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SeJBnXzJZhI/AAAAAAAABUY/-qt1NKtBFMU/s400/easter+043.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323889854164592146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SeJBndAnwNI/AAAAAAAABUQ/SbilLPC_Bg8/s1600-h/easter+050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SeJBndAnwNI/AAAAAAAABUQ/SbilLPC_Bg8/s400/easter+050.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323889855563284690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SeJBnbnj0_I/AAAAAAAABUI/yByOTa8rBkU/s1600-h/easter+068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SeJBnbnj0_I/AAAAAAAABUI/yByOTa8rBkU/s400/easter+068.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323889855189734386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Easter Bunny brought a new CARS fishing poll so He can fish with Daddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SeJBnGWmqcI/AAAAAAAABUA/KoAmQ34cfwQ/s1600-h/easter+064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 375px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SeJBnGWmqcI/AAAAAAAABUA/KoAmQ34cfwQ/s400/easter+064.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323889849481472450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mouth full of jelly beans saying "Cheese" could not look any cuter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SeJBS5c83VI/AAAAAAAABT4/VLF_t9y9HXk/s1600-h/easter+037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SeJBS5c83VI/AAAAAAAABT4/VLF_t9y9HXk/s400/easter+037.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323889502421048658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tyson's Easter present&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SeJBSpiodcI/AAAAAAAABTw/ZACOJSDHR2M/s1600-h/easter+040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SeJBSpiodcI/AAAAAAAABTw/ZACOJSDHR2M/s400/easter+040.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323889498149909954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Easter basket&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SeJBSrQDMyI/AAAAAAAABTo/dQB2zlw4JXE/s1600-h/easter+039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SeJBSrQDMyI/AAAAAAAABTo/dQB2zlw4JXE/s400/easter+039.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323889498608841506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nephi's Easter basket&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SeJBSZFnLqI/AAAAAAAABTg/yxZWsacUYa0/s1600-h/easter+036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SeJBSZFnLqI/AAAAAAAABTg/yxZWsacUYa0/s400/easter+036.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323889493733224098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And bubba's Easter basket&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SeJBSC8jxsI/AAAAAAAABTY/w_k7do-KRT8/s1600-h/easter+041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SeJBSC8jxsI/AAAAAAAABTY/w_k7do-KRT8/s400/easter+041.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323889487789672130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its so fun to watch this little family grow and start our own traditions. I also would like to take the time to thank my father in heaven for giving the ultimate gift, his son. I cant help but feel the love of my heavenly father and know that he is here. So many people loose sight of the true meaning of Easter. Having Maverick has let me feel a love I never knew I had in me, I couldn't imagine sacrificing my first and only son. I'm eternally grateful for the gospel and the comfort and strength it gives me. I'm thankful to know that I will be with my family forever. I'm very proud to be a latter day saint in these trying times. I hope that all of you have felt the spirit as I have today and continue to focus on the true meaning of Easter. My heart is overwhelmed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5326424588995453774-8334207247295683281?l=iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/feeds/8334207247295683281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5326424588995453774&amp;postID=8334207247295683281&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/8334207247295683281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/8334207247295683281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-2009.html' title='Easter 2009'/><author><name>Shawna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10526114922907555384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S4WQVZrAoiI/AAAAAAAABnw/LZPApbCWUUg/S220/HP1+232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SeJBnXzJZhI/AAAAAAAABUY/-qt1NKtBFMU/s72-c/easter+043.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5326424588995453774.post-4591697717877937196</id><published>2009-04-06T12:18:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T12:32:38.276-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally pics of the house</title><content type='html'>So the best way I would describe my house is, RETRO. It was built in the 70's and I just think it has a lot of character. The yard is a work in progress. We just put some new seed down and covered it in cow poop. So the outside smells lovely. I love the homey feeling it has inside. I only posted a few pics because there is so much more I want to do to decorate it and it just looks plain right now. It has a front room, which I posted a pic of and a HUGE family room. The family room used to be a garage. It was converted to the family room, I didn't post a pic because its huge and boring, nothing on the walls yet. I also didn't post pics of the bathroom, because who really wants to see those. Which we have two of. And I haven't posted Maverick's room yet because lets just say its a work in progress too. We are trying to put him in a big boy bed and when we do I will decorate his room different than it is now. The babies room just has some storage in it right now, boy am I rambling. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway we love love love being here. Last night marked the 5th bar-b-que we have had on our back patio and its not even the middle of April. The weather has been great and We have loved entertaining our friends and feeding them good food. I feel so blessed to finally be in a home. After what I went through in my first marriage and what Nephi did in his, we NEVER thought we would have a house this soon, if ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SdpIBjIQp9I/AAAAAAAABTA/UHISwTV_7_I/s1600-h/065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SdpIBjIQp9I/AAAAAAAABTA/UHISwTV_7_I/s400/065.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321645101138618322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SdpH5iqfp8I/AAAAAAAABS4/XZ14uN1QN5Q/s1600-h/062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 282px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SdpH5iqfp8I/AAAAAAAABS4/XZ14uN1QN5Q/s400/062.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321644963574818754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course Tyson has to be in the pic, and Maverick is the the doorway of the other living room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SdpH5tUK-sI/AAAAAAAABSw/-K24b1KwCoc/s1600-h/066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SdpH5tUK-sI/AAAAAAAABSw/-K24b1KwCoc/s400/066.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321644966433979074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kitchen is on the small side but I dont need more room. There is a pantry you cant see and it holds alot of stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SdpH5QVSxgI/AAAAAAAABSo/zzDYFr3x2-g/s1600-h/069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SdpH5QVSxgI/AAAAAAAABSo/zzDYFr3x2-g/s400/069.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321644958654055938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SdpH5L8r7GI/AAAAAAAABSg/yx0JLeLXZbc/s1600-h/067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SdpH5L8r7GI/AAAAAAAABSg/yx0JLeLXZbc/s400/067.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321644957477104738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our sweet patio that is so much fun to sit on and watch my son play with the dog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SdpH5BmCh5I/AAAAAAAABSY/r2HkpZXblZI/s1600-h/068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SdpH5BmCh5I/AAAAAAAABSY/r2HkpZXblZI/s400/068.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321644954697762706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And our big fenced in back yard, of course there is Tyson again. lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5326424588995453774-4591697717877937196?l=iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/feeds/4591697717877937196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5326424588995453774&amp;postID=4591697717877937196&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/4591697717877937196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/4591697717877937196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/2009/04/finally-pics-of-house.html' title='Finally pics of the house'/><author><name>Shawna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10526114922907555384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S4WQVZrAoiI/AAAAAAAABnw/LZPApbCWUUg/S220/HP1+232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SdpIBjIQp9I/AAAAAAAABTA/UHISwTV_7_I/s72-c/065.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5326424588995453774.post-7751153271074311332</id><published>2009-03-24T19:51:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T20:04:15.324-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'M BACK!!!</title><content type='html'>So after along couple of weeks I'm finally back to the blogging world. We moved into our new house and are loving it!! Its so wonderful to open the blinds in the morning and see the sunshine. I didn't realize how depressing it had become living in a basement. We love the extra space and being able to have our things in a storage room and not taking up our whole closets. Maverick loves being able to play outside in the back yard. The only new thing I have to get used to with that is now he has to have a bath EVERY Night instead of every other the way I was getting away with before. Oh well I guess that's all part of having a boy. I will post some pictures of the house as soon as I take some. &lt;br /&gt;I have my first doctors appointment on Thursday. Its my 10 week, and it feels like its taking forever!! I'm feeling better than I was at the beginning. I'm really tired but what can you expect? The other exciting news is we GOT A NEW DOG!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/ScmQVhg5UCI/AAAAAAAABRQ/kUKEsUZSJsc/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 257px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/ScmQVhg5UCI/AAAAAAAABRQ/kUKEsUZSJsc/s400/003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316939534535577634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We weren't planning on it but took Maverick to the shelter to see the doggies and fell in love with a little man named Tyson. OK so he's not little but he and Maverick just love each other and it feels like he should have been here all along. He's a lab, bull mastiff, pit bull mix. He's 2 and full of life. I've been having alot of nightmares with this pregnancy and having a hard time being in a new place, so having Tyson around has totally changed all of that. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway this is a really long post but Ive had alot going on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5326424588995453774-7751153271074311332?l=iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/feeds/7751153271074311332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5326424588995453774&amp;postID=7751153271074311332&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/7751153271074311332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/7751153271074311332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-back.html' title='I&apos;M BACK!!!'/><author><name>Shawna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10526114922907555384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S4WQVZrAoiI/AAAAAAAABnw/LZPApbCWUUg/S220/HP1+232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/ScmQVhg5UCI/AAAAAAAABRQ/kUKEsUZSJsc/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5326424588995453774.post-3670544306579921262</id><published>2009-03-08T22:42:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T22:57:16.410-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Maverick has something to tell eveyone....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SbSgESRy7BI/AAAAAAAABRI/EcrRSsW4tZw/s1600-h/076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SbSgESRy7BI/AAAAAAAABRI/EcrRSsW4tZw/s400/076.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311045856063056914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you cant tell, Maverick wasn't really feeling like having his picture taken. But he is so happy to announce that's he's going to be a big brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SbSgEciATqI/AAAAAAAABRA/YmhbpIHYhDI/s1600-h/073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SbSgEciATqI/AAAAAAAABRA/YmhbpIHYhDI/s400/073.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311045858815397538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We couldn't be happier. The blessings we have in our lives right now are unreal! New house, New baby, doesn't get any better. The best part of the story is, that the baby will be due on or around my birthday!! October 25th, isn't that the best present ever? Although I am feeling sick with this one and didn't with Maverick I'm so thankful to be pregnant. Fingers crossed that everything goes well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5326424588995453774-3670544306579921262?l=iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/feeds/3670544306579921262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5326424588995453774&amp;postID=3670544306579921262&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/3670544306579921262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/3670544306579921262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/2009/03/maverick-has-something-to-tell-eveyone.html' title='Maverick has something to tell eveyone....'/><author><name>Shawna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10526114922907555384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S4WQVZrAoiI/AAAAAAAABnw/LZPApbCWUUg/S220/HP1+232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SbSgESRy7BI/AAAAAAAABRI/EcrRSsW4tZw/s72-c/076.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5326424588995453774.post-5222564137318117489</id><published>2009-02-22T17:49:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T18:04:39.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SaHzHM1Qo1I/AAAAAAAABPg/VTC65yIB6O8/s1600-h/moving_2436.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 350px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SaHzHM1Qo1I/AAAAAAAABPg/VTC65yIB6O8/s400/moving_2436.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305789141048402770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I had no need for a title to this post, This pic explains it all. YES we are moving, but dont freak out. Ok so Heavenly Father is always aware of us and through trials is where we find him the most. And for all of you that know Nephi and I you know we havent had the best circumstances in our lives. Luckily they lead us to each other but we have had trails here too. Well with the situation we were both left in after our first marriages we never ever thought we would be getting into a home anytime soon. So as luck would have it a couple in our ward had been praying about finding someone to rent their house. They had bought another house in the ward and have had touble selling the other. Through prayer they felt strongly about asking us. Well....... they are willing to rent to us for a year and at the end of the year evaluate the situation and see where things stand. From that point on they want to talk about helping us buy the house. So its in our same ward and only a few blocks from where we are. Can you believe it???? Its three bedroom, two bath and has a great front yard and a fenced back. I am so overwhelmed with emotion about this. I feel the spirit so stong in our lives right now. I cant even believe how blessed we are and how aware of us our Father in Heaven is. I know that this is going to be an adventure, and I cant wait to start it. We will be moving the last week of March. So Im sure alot of pics will be coming soon. I just  had to share this wonderful news, and I needed a reason for a post. What a dang good reason.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5326424588995453774-5222564137318117489?l=iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/feeds/5222564137318117489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5326424588995453774&amp;postID=5222564137318117489&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/5222564137318117489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/5222564137318117489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/2009/02/so-i-had-no-need-for-title-to-this-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Shawna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10526114922907555384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S4WQVZrAoiI/AAAAAAAABnw/LZPApbCWUUg/S220/HP1+232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SaHzHM1Qo1I/AAAAAAAABPg/VTC65yIB6O8/s72-c/moving_2436.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5326424588995453774.post-1431789692491674862</id><published>2009-02-10T20:25:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T20:45:48.251-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MaKiN cOoKiEs WiTh MaMa</title><content type='html'>I just love being a mom, and nights like tonight make it even better. Bubba wanted to "help" me make cookies tonight. He was in awe of the kitchen aid mixer, it was really cute. He kept trying to sneak a finger or two in when he thought I wasn't looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SZJGCQgCrPI/AAAAAAAABMk/GJcRqT595O4/s1600-h/cookies+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SZJGCQgCrPI/AAAAAAAABMk/GJcRqT595O4/s320/cookies+003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301376715971538162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I thought, What the heck might as well teach him the true reason mommy likes to make cookies in the first place..................... EATING THE DOUGH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SZJGd9x4uJI/AAAAAAAABM8/DEfN0E_FIxk/s1600-h/cookies+019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SZJGd9x4uJI/AAAAAAAABM8/DEfN0E_FIxk/s320/cookies+019.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301377191982446738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SZJGd6i_YsI/AAAAAAAABM0/Sk0ToygcvE0/s1600-h/cookies+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SZJGd6i_YsI/AAAAAAAABM0/Sk0ToygcvE0/s320/cookies+011.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301377191114662594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SZJGdjNxZ-I/AAAAAAAABMs/v06p65JcN6M/s1600-h/cookies+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SZJGdjNxZ-I/AAAAAAAABMs/v06p65JcN6M/s320/cookies+005.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301377184851650530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were waiting for the cookies to come out of the oven we find cheap entertainment from Maverick, aka wanna be Mr. Potato head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SZJG_MQwK_I/AAAAAAAABNM/GUUKjtpASuc/s1600-h/cookies+037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SZJG_MQwK_I/AAAAAAAABNM/GUUKjtpASuc/s320/cookies+037.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301377762805689330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SZJG_MlCqlI/AAAAAAAABNE/ZiSSr6jHo4k/s1600-h/cookies+034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SZJG_MlCqlI/AAAAAAAABNE/ZiSSr6jHo4k/s320/cookies+034.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301377762890787410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why he loves wearing these glasses but it cracks me up!!&lt;br /&gt;Recently Bubba also discovered that he likes to dip his cookies in milk like daddy, this picture is so darling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SZJHp-0PHmI/AAAAAAAABNU/aEmlFGEzEoI/s1600-h/cookies+038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SZJHp-0PHmI/AAAAAAAABNU/aEmlFGEzEoI/s320/cookies+038.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301378497930796642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last but not least I thought Id share with you all the best chocolate chip recipe, it makes them soft and soooo chewy.&lt;br /&gt;1c. butter&lt;br /&gt;1c. sugar&lt;br /&gt;1c. brown sugar&lt;br /&gt;2 eggs&lt;br /&gt;2 1/2c. oatmeal(powdered in blender)&lt;br /&gt;1/2tsp salt&lt;br /&gt;1tsp. baking powder&lt;br /&gt;1tsp. baking soda&lt;br /&gt;1tsp. vanilla&lt;br /&gt;2c. flour&lt;br /&gt;1pkg. chocolate chips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;preheat oven to 400 degrees. Cream butter and sugars. Blend in eggs; add oatmeal. Mix dry ingredients. Mix will be very stiff. Mix in chips. Put 2 inches apart on ungreased cookie sheet. Bake 9 min-no more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you love these cookies as much as we do. When we eat them it feels like, THERES A PARTY IN MY TUMMY, SO YUMMY SO YUMMY. If you've seen yo gabba gabba you'll know that song. hahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5326424588995453774-1431789692491674862?l=iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/feeds/1431789692491674862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5326424588995453774&amp;postID=1431789692491674862&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/1431789692491674862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/1431789692491674862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/2009/02/makin-cookies-with-mama.html' title='MaKiN cOoKiEs WiTh MaMa'/><author><name>Shawna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10526114922907555384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S4WQVZrAoiI/AAAAAAAABnw/LZPApbCWUUg/S220/HP1+232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SZJGCQgCrPI/AAAAAAAABMk/GJcRqT595O4/s72-c/cookies+003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5326424588995453774.post-9050688915513562432</id><published>2009-02-07T21:10:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T11:35:29.439-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fireproof</title><content type='html'>Edit from first time posting.....This movie does have very cheesy acting, just take to heart the message. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SY5cW5az4oI/AAAAAAAABMM/b87cDEOZ9TI/s1600-h/FireproofPoster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SY5cW5az4oI/AAAAAAAABMM/b87cDEOZ9TI/s320/FireproofPoster.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300275359901803138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after seeing this movie on one of my friends blogs, I decided to get it and see what its about. All I can say is that it couldn't have come at a better time in our lives to watch it. Marriage is work, theres no other way to put it. And sometimes its hard work and we don't feel like fighting for it anymore. Nephi and I have both had some things we have had to heal from from the past and trying to keep a good marriage has been alot of trial and error. This movie struck a heart string for me and made me realize how much I love Nephi and that no matter how hard life gets I will love him. Love is a choice, and sometimes its not the easy one but its the one that's most worth it. There is a book that is in the movie that you can follow called "The Love Dare". Its a 40 day challenge for husbands and wives to practise unconditional love. I'm not even kidding as soon as the movie ended we loaded up in the car and went to Barnes and Noble and bought it. I'm excited to see our lives change even more. I strongly recommend this movie and book to EVERYONE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SY5dM9EspQI/AAAAAAAABMU/CtFMGwBaVVo/s1600-h/9780805448856_L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 207px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SY5dM9EspQI/AAAAAAAABMU/CtFMGwBaVVo/s320/9780805448856_L.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300276288595731714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this scripture that is on the back of the book, Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things. Love never fails. 1 Corinthians 13:7-8&lt;br /&gt;If any of you watch this movie please tell me what you think, Or if you have already seen it tell me your thoughts too. I feel so uplifted today and I'm so thankful for that&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5326424588995453774-9050688915513562432?l=iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/feeds/9050688915513562432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5326424588995453774&amp;postID=9050688915513562432&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/9050688915513562432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/9050688915513562432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/2009/02/fireproof.html' title='Fireproof'/><author><name>Shawna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10526114922907555384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S4WQVZrAoiI/AAAAAAAABnw/LZPApbCWUUg/S220/HP1+232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SY5cW5az4oI/AAAAAAAABMM/b87cDEOZ9TI/s72-c/FireproofPoster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5326424588995453774.post-5313101765851059026</id><published>2009-01-27T23:12:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T23:51:50.671-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SOOO Thankful for the gospel</title><content type='html'>Next month on the 12th will mark my 4 years of being baptised. I was going to wait to do this post but my heart has been so full I just couldn't wait. Reflecting back on these last four years I can't even begin to keep count of all of the many blessings I have in my life. I am so grateful for the experiences I had in my first marriage the way it lead me to my baptism. I have no regrets in my life and know that Heavenly Father had this path laid out for me from the beginning. I'm grateful for the many wonderful people the gospel has brought into my life and clarity I have. I went so many years of my life feeling so lost and alone. I love having the companionship of the holy spirit and comfort he brings to me. I'm thankful for all of the friends I have that never gave up on me and sharing their testimonies with me. Now you cant deny how lovely I look in this jumpsuit! I had one of my greatest friends ever, (my adopted brother) baptise me and made him wear a jumpsuit too. Your welcome again for that one Big D! Darren was my boss in physical therapy and never missed a day sharing the gospel with me. I felt it was only fitting to have him do the honors. It was really neat the font he baptised me in is the same one he was baptised in when he was 8. The pic of us outside the church doors is the same place he had his pic taken when he was 8 also. I thought that was awsome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SX_63kVe-pI/AAAAAAAABME/H0g8XQXMWf4/s1600-h/IMG_0432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SX_63kVe-pI/AAAAAAAABME/H0g8XQXMWf4/s320/IMG_0432.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296227519364528786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SX_63ejyUmI/AAAAAAAABL8/i7ISb3alzhY/s1600-h/IMG_0438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SX_63ejyUmI/AAAAAAAABL8/i7ISb3alzhY/s320/IMG_0438.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296227517813903970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SX_63Xls8sI/AAAAAAAABL0/iT_P640QwbM/s1600-h/IMG_0439.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SX_63Xls8sI/AAAAAAAABL0/iT_P640QwbM/s320/IMG_0439.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296227515942892226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other awsome part of these pics is Elder Chamberlain. He is one in the red tie, he taught me the new member discussions for months and months, including many hair cuts and dinner. He is also the handsome fella in the pic below who flew all the way from Alaska four years later to be there for the sealing of my little family. I still cant explain how much that meant to me and how much I love him, thank you again Dan for coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SX_63HHBoFI/AAAAAAAABLs/Dubuda_24I0/s1600-h/DSC_0607.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SX_63HHBoFI/AAAAAAAABLs/Dubuda_24I0/s320/DSC_0607.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296227511519256658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SX_63NpWMCI/AAAAAAAABLk/DTffShwonNU/s1600-h/DSC_0583.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SX_63NpWMCI/AAAAAAAABLk/DTffShwonNU/s320/DSC_0583.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296227513273823266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicole,(Pud) is one of my close friends. Without her example in my life and love her and her wonderful parents have shown me, I don't know where I would be. They never gave up on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SX_6hN4AnxI/AAAAAAAABLc/g2e6QNKNIf4/s1600-h/DSC_0581.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 217px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SX_6hN4AnxI/AAAAAAAABLc/g2e6QNKNIf4/s320/DSC_0581.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296227135378202386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Newly sealed and happy family, September 20th 2008. Who would have thought I would be going through the temple with my family. Life doesn't get any better than this folks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SX_6g9iTBPI/AAAAAAAABLU/qVAiGuCTvh4/s1600-h/DSC_0613.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SX_6g9iTBPI/AAAAAAAABLU/qVAiGuCTvh4/s320/DSC_0613.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296227130992166130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SX_6g_oqX9I/AAAAAAAABLM/4ZxOk9VRf20/s1600-h/DSC_0536.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SX_6g_oqX9I/AAAAAAAABLM/4ZxOk9VRf20/s320/DSC_0536.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296227131555733458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Hanson's Nicole's truly wonderful parents. I love them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SX_6gmO8i3I/AAAAAAAABLE/cNY1zS0mmKo/s1600-h/DSC_0036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SX_6gmO8i3I/AAAAAAAABLE/cNY1zS0mmKo/s320/DSC_0036.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296227124736985970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Darren and his wife Marci. I don't know where I would be without you big D. I love you and your family so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SX_6gdiFaeI/AAAAAAAABK8/pqHMwJ_1z0M/s1600-h/CSC_0213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SX_6gdiFaeI/AAAAAAAABK8/pqHMwJ_1z0M/s320/CSC_0213.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296227122401339874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is the Bardsley family. Courtney is a friend that cherish and am so grateful to have in my life. Her parents are truly angels and have taught me so much. Court, you are so strong and such an inspiration to me. Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5326424588995453774-5313101765851059026?l=iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/feeds/5313101765851059026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5326424588995453774&amp;postID=5313101765851059026&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/5313101765851059026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/5313101765851059026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/2009/01/sooo-thankful-for-gospel.html' title='SOOO Thankful for the gospel'/><author><name>Shawna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10526114922907555384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S4WQVZrAoiI/AAAAAAAABnw/LZPApbCWUUg/S220/HP1+232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SX_63kVe-pI/AAAAAAAABME/H0g8XQXMWf4/s72-c/IMG_0432.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5326424588995453774.post-4138878387811726925</id><published>2009-01-17T18:10:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T22:47:26.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mt. Dew</title><content type='html'>So if you know anything at all about my hubby Nephi you would know that he is in love with Mt. Dew. He drinks alot of it. Well I NEVER let Maverick drink soda so if he ever even gets a sip its because he sneaks it or daddy lets him have some. So when I walked into the living room and saw this I thought I should take a pic instead of have a come apart. Nephi is watching t.v. and has no clue that his son is in 7th heaven drinking from a mug half his size. He really thought he hit the jackpot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SXKCRqsjgvI/AAAAAAAABII/BEH98etX6VE/s1600-h/Haize+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SXKCRqsjgvI/AAAAAAAABII/BEH98etX6VE/s320/Haize+001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292435752144306930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SXKCRnYZniI/AAAAAAAABIA/YMnI24pe-EA/s1600-h/Haize+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SXKCRnYZniI/AAAAAAAABIA/YMnI24pe-EA/s320/Haize+003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292435751254466082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SXKCReVoiyI/AAAAAAAABH4/uqErAiCMsXo/s1600-h/Haize+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SXKCReVoiyI/AAAAAAAABH4/uqErAiCMsXo/s320/Haize+006.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292435748826942242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what happens when mommy is mean and takes the nectar of the Gods away. Sucks being the bad guy some times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5326424588995453774-4138878387811726925?l=iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/feeds/4138878387811726925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5326424588995453774&amp;postID=4138878387811726925&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/4138878387811726925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/4138878387811726925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/2009/01/mt-dew.html' title='Mt. Dew'/><author><name>Shawna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10526114922907555384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S4WQVZrAoiI/AAAAAAAABnw/LZPApbCWUUg/S220/HP1+232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SXKCRqsjgvI/AAAAAAAABII/BEH98etX6VE/s72-c/Haize+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5326424588995453774.post-2136418026666415297</id><published>2009-01-11T16:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T16:11:39.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Hone</title><content type='html'>Please check out the little man I just took pics of this weekend. He is sooooo stinkin cute. They are on my Photos by murry blog. Let me know what ya think&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5326424588995453774-2136418026666415297?l=iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/feeds/2136418026666415297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5326424588995453774&amp;postID=2136418026666415297&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/2136418026666415297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/2136418026666415297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/2009/01/baby-hone.html' title='Baby Hone'/><author><name>Shawna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10526114922907555384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S4WQVZrAoiI/AAAAAAAABnw/LZPApbCWUUg/S220/HP1+232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5326424588995453774.post-8872439967827446767</id><published>2009-01-08T21:55:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T22:14:50.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Haka and a Birthday party</title><content type='html'>My friend Shano celebrated his 30th birthday today. Shano is a Rugby player from New Zealand and is very very good at the Haka. The haka is a chant that the players do before their games to intimidate the other team. It used to be an ancient war chant. While at Shano's birthday party tonight we convinced him to do it for the kids. First of all Maverick loves Shano, second he loves watching the haka on YOUTUBE. He loves sticking out his tongue like the guys and get way excited by it. So I knew he would love it. We sat the kids on the coffee table and let them watch. It was so stinkin cute, Maverick had his tongue out the whole time while grinning from ear to ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SWbdNt3jaCI/AAAAAAAABFU/BS-9QrRHtLs/s1600-h/052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 282px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SWbdNt3jaCI/AAAAAAAABFU/BS-9QrRHtLs/s320/052.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289158040113866786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SWbatn-AuPI/AAAAAAAABEk/HKQzyFrioM4/s1600-h/054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 278px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SWbatn-AuPI/AAAAAAAABEk/HKQzyFrioM4/s320/054.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289155289751271666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SWbatZVVtxI/AAAAAAAABEc/DPjnQkLRzfU/s1600-h/053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 308px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SWbatZVVtxI/AAAAAAAABEc/DPjnQkLRzfU/s320/053.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289155285822584594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 30th old man Shano. We love you and Veronica very much. Thanks for the party and we will miss you while you are in New Zealand these next two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SWbbQqC-9II/AAAAAAAABFE/Q8x9HjpZRB0/s1600-h/048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SWbbQqC-9II/AAAAAAAABFE/Q8x9HjpZRB0/s320/048.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289155891604419714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SWbbQXnp9sI/AAAAAAAABE8/9nQqbJuCBIk/s1600-h/050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SWbbQXnp9sI/AAAAAAAABE8/9nQqbJuCBIk/s320/050.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289155886657959618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SWbbQRVN9dI/AAAAAAAABE0/ZWkqtTl-dM4/s1600-h/034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 275px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SWbbQRVN9dI/AAAAAAAABE0/ZWkqtTl-dM4/s320/034.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289155884970014162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SWbbQJWmUTI/AAAAAAAABEs/_T5MKKitHkc/s1600-h/038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 312px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SWbbQJWmUTI/AAAAAAAABEs/_T5MKKitHkc/s320/038.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289155882828321074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please check out this awsome video of the Haka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uHW1K2LeQXE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uHW1K2LeQXE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5326424588995453774-8872439967827446767?l=iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/feeds/8872439967827446767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5326424588995453774&amp;postID=8872439967827446767&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/8872439967827446767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/8872439967827446767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/2009/01/haka-and-birthday-party.html' title='The Haka and a Birthday party'/><author><name>Shawna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10526114922907555384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S4WQVZrAoiI/AAAAAAAABnw/LZPApbCWUUg/S220/HP1+232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SWbdNt3jaCI/AAAAAAAABFU/BS-9QrRHtLs/s72-c/052.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5326424588995453774.post-6458160487802972194</id><published>2008-12-31T13:22:00.009-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T14:02:40.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Year</title><content type='html'>Looking back at this last year I can finally say Im thankful for the trials we had to go through. As most of you all know Nephi lost his job at the end of November of 2007. We were devistated. We had come to Hurricane in June with a three week old baby and had nothing to fall back on. We didnt have any family around and not alot of support. Before the loss of job in Sept. I met my wonderful friend Jana and her beautiful baby Kate in the nursing lounge at church. Kate and Maverick are two weeks apart in age. (pretty random huh)&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SVvWDKga25I/AAAAAAAABDU/p8TBsPS6zxE/s1600-h/Wilson+18.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SVvWDKga25I/AAAAAAAABDU/p8TBsPS6zxE/s200/Wilson+18.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286053937497693074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jana has been a rock to me. She is so grounded in the gospel and just all around as a person. Her and Luke her husband have been a God send for us this past year. We are truly blessed to have them in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;Well after being jobless and feeling lower than low and having help from the church and any other family member or friend Nephi finally got his job at Unifirst. He loves it. Im so proud of him and the hard work and hours he puts in. Shortly after that we started really meeting people and making friends in our ward. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SVvXZyMpGOI/AAAAAAAABDc/Ow1x_DoDRpE/s1600-h/Spevak%27s+188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SVvXZyMpGOI/AAAAAAAABDc/Ow1x_DoDRpE/s200/Spevak%27s+188.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286055425620908258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Spevaks have been such good friends to us. Kara and I started walking together in March of this year and spent alot of time chatting and really getting to know each other. Kara also does my hair, I always enjoy the time I get to spend with her and learn more about her life. Mataya is truly an angel sent to their little family. And just a heads up, Maverick has already asked her to the Hurricane High prom so all guys beware.&lt;br /&gt;Kerry is also someone I met while here and serving with her in activity days at church&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SVvZYiaQytI/AAAAAAAABDk/8XZYj1Eom6s/s1600-h/Vegas_trip_012_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 43px; height: 151px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SVvZYiaQytI/AAAAAAAABDk/8XZYj1Eom6s/s200/Vegas_trip_012_edited.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286057603226454738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has taught me to love being a mother and to strive to be the best wife and person I can be. Im so thankful for all she has done for me.&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least in July I met my friend Veronica and her amazing family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SVvZ1GnzvFI/AAAAAAAABDs/9VzcZbrYteY/s1600-h/stuff+084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SVvZ1GnzvFI/AAAAAAAABDs/9VzcZbrYteY/s200/stuff+084.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286058093983284306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ronnie has taught me so much the true meaning of friendship and loving unconditonaly. Im so greatful for her.&lt;br /&gt;I havent forgotten all my old friends either. Without all of you I wouldnt be where I am now in my life. You are all my strength and you all know who you are.&lt;br /&gt;I also started baby sitting a litte boy named JJ. He and Maverick are such buddies. Im thankful for the oppurtunity to be home and to make a little money while having a blast with these two boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SVvdkZ5wCBI/AAAAAAAABD0/yGmoF6942mM/s1600-h/jj+045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 193px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SVvdkZ5wCBI/AAAAAAAABD0/yGmoF6942mM/s200/jj+045.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286062205147547666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JJ's mom Lenzi has been so fun to get to know also. Im excited to see that friendship grow too. They love UFC so how could we not love them. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this last year was filled with heartache from the loss of a job, moving and no friends. And turned into one of the best learning experiances of our lives. Being sealed as a family for time and all eternity one of the single most wonderful blessings in our lives. Maverick turned one in May and that was crazy. We moved into our home we are in now and love it. We have met alot of other wonderful friends and people, too many to list. I have learned so much about myself and my father in heaven. 2009 has nothing but good ahead Im sure. Its all in how we look at it. And who knows maybe the Iverson team will add another player this year. ;) &lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone has a good new year&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5326424588995453774-6458160487802972194?l=iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/feeds/6458160487802972194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5326424588995453774&amp;postID=6458160487802972194&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/6458160487802972194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/6458160487802972194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-year.html' title='A New Year'/><author><name>Shawna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10526114922907555384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S4WQVZrAoiI/AAAAAAAABnw/LZPApbCWUUg/S220/HP1+232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SVvWDKga25I/AAAAAAAABDU/p8TBsPS6zxE/s72-c/Wilson+18.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5326424588995453774.post-2111717959955452814</id><published>2008-12-27T19:46:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T20:02:45.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So what can I say about Christmas? Well it was pretty amazing. It was the first time Nephi or I have ever spent it away from our family. We had our own little family night on Christmas Eve which consisted of a christmas movie of our choice, Mine being "ELF" and Nephi's "Christmas vaction". I personlly hate that movie and think its not a great one for the kiddlets to watch so Maverick and I watced "ELF" first before he went to bed. This is a pic of him in his new Jammies watching the movie with his bear bear and blankie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SVbqML-dNCI/AAAAAAAABCc/e2RZ-JVpl4w/s1600-h/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 154px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SVbqML-dNCI/AAAAAAAABCc/e2RZ-JVpl4w/s200/012.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284668707859936290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning we opended presents and loved watching Mavericks face light up with each one, His favorites were, see and say and a magna doodle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SVbqoyiBylI/AAAAAAAABC0/3a9yrfPcuSg/s1600-h/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 191px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SVbqoyiBylI/AAAAAAAABC0/3a9yrfPcuSg/s200/018.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284669199246019154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SVbqo2ByKoI/AAAAAAAABCs/bYzZw-RPJGA/s1600-h/030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 118px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SVbqo2ByKoI/AAAAAAAABCs/bYzZw-RPJGA/s200/030.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284669200184519298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SVbqosA8XuI/AAAAAAAABCk/DqHgl34CDwQ/s1600-h/019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SVbqosA8XuI/AAAAAAAABCk/DqHgl34CDwQ/s200/019.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284669197496639202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH yes and mama got a bike trailer and santa had already put it together. SWEET!!  I also got the much anticipated Guitar Hero. LOVE IT!!!! These are the wonderful stockings from santa, Can you believe he got me a Bob Marley hoodie? This santa that lives here AKA NEPHI, hates Bob with a passion but knew I would love it. Thanks babe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SVbrmLw-1cI/AAAAAAAABDM/n4agOkzwux8/s1600-h/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 165px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SVbrmLw-1cI/AAAAAAAABDM/n4agOkzwux8/s200/016.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284670253991646658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SVbrl8jLlcI/AAAAAAAABDE/MfoTV2TgGSU/s1600-h/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 138px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SVbrl8jLlcI/AAAAAAAABDE/MfoTV2TgGSU/s200/014.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284670249907230146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SVbrlvSSbmI/AAAAAAAABC8/DoQA5QEVJv4/s1600-h/048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 192px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SVbrlvSSbmI/AAAAAAAABC8/DoQA5QEVJv4/s200/048.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284670246346714722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all it was a wonderful time. I love that I have my own little family now. I couldnt ask for more. Although we missed our families greatly we loved the time we had together. I hope everyone had a very Merry Christmas also&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5326424588995453774-2111717959955452814?l=iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/feeds/2111717959955452814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5326424588995453774&amp;postID=2111717959955452814&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/2111717959955452814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/2111717959955452814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/2008/12/so-what-can-i-say-about-christmas-well.html' title=''/><author><name>Shawna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10526114922907555384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S4WQVZrAoiI/AAAAAAAABnw/LZPApbCWUUg/S220/HP1+232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SVbqML-dNCI/AAAAAAAABCc/e2RZ-JVpl4w/s72-c/012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5326424588995453774.post-6266368212115544333</id><published>2008-12-23T13:39:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T15:33:57.362-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BABY TAG</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SVK4wV0tOVI/AAAAAAAABA4/ixL5drgcbPM/s1600-h/baby+Maverick+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SVK4wV0tOVI/AAAAAAAABA4/ixL5drgcbPM/s200/baby+Maverick+047.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283488453490456914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SVK4wUpsM_I/AAAAAAAABAw/oU6Hz7pCOcs/s1600-h/baby+Maverick+072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SVK4wUpsM_I/AAAAAAAABAw/oU6Hz7pCOcs/s200/baby+Maverick+072.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283488453175817202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SVGcFV9TTAI/AAAAAAAABAk/eOi-nduQhUI/s1600-h/baby+Maverick+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SVGcFV9TTAI/AAAAAAAABAk/eOi-nduQhUI/s320/baby+Maverick+038.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283175453489843202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1-Where were you when you first found out you were pregnant? In the bathroom at work on my lunch break&lt;br /&gt;2-Who was with you? Just me, I usally dont let people in the bathroom with me, haha&lt;br /&gt;3- How did you find out that you were pregnant? I took a test because my friend told me I was way emotional and sounded hormonal. (how is that different from every other day?)lol&lt;br /&gt;4- What was your first reaction to finding out you were pregnant? Tears of joy and uncontrollable shaking&lt;br /&gt;5- Who was the first person you told? Nephi My husband &lt;br /&gt;6- Did you plan to get pregnant? OH YES!&lt;br /&gt;7- Did you tell everyone else right away? Yes we couldnt wait&lt;br /&gt;8-Was everybody happy for you? YES!&lt;br /&gt;9- Did you go out and celebrate? Not really just couldnt stop talking about it&lt;br /&gt;10- Did you want to find out the sex? Oh yes we suck at waiting. We went to the mall at 15 weeks. It took the little turkey a good hour to "uncover" himself so we could see&lt;br /&gt;11- What was the sex? ALL BOY&lt;br /&gt;12-Did anyone throw you a baby shower? Yes my mom and little sis. It was awsome and very overwhelming to have all of my friends give me so many gifts &lt;br /&gt;13- If yes, who? FAMILY, FRIENDS, AND CO-WORKERS! &lt;br /&gt;14- Did you get any outfits at the baby shower that you just knew you weren't going to put on your baby? UNFORTUNATELY YES, Im awful for admitting that and Im so not saying what the outfits were. :) &lt;br /&gt;15- How much weight did you gain? Oh man am I really typing this right now? 45 pounds.&lt;br /&gt;16- Did you lose all of the weight that you gained? All but about 15 &lt;br /&gt;17- Did you get a lot of stretch marks? Again why am I typing this, yes I look like I was attacked by a small tiger. haha Oh well&lt;br /&gt;18- What did you crave the most? Arby's french dip with Swiss cheese, I had them 5 times in one week. That aint right &lt;br /&gt;19- Did you crave anything crazy? One night I dreamed about a grilled peanut butter sand which and woke the next morning and had it for breakfast, It was good.&lt;br /&gt;20- Who or what got on your nerves the most? Not getting comfortable to sleep and nosey old people telling me they didnt like the name Maverick. &lt;br /&gt;21- Were you married at the time? YES&lt;br /&gt;22- Did you have any complications during your pregnancy? Just retained alot of water&lt;br /&gt;23- Where were you when you went into labor? In the hospital, they started me&lt;br /&gt;24- Did your water break? NO, A NURSE AT THE HOSPITAL BROKE IT&lt;br /&gt;25- Who drove you to the hospital? Proud daddy to be, Nephi&lt;br /&gt;26- Did you go early or late? Early!&lt;br /&gt;27- Who was in the room with you when you gave birth? Nephi and my mom and dad, dont worry my dad didnt see my action, he stood up by my head and cried like a baby. &lt;br /&gt;28- How long were you in labor for? 18 HOURS&lt;br /&gt;29- Did you have any drugs for the pain? AN EPIDURAL - BAD EXPERIENCE!&lt;br /&gt;30-Did you go Natural or have a c-section? NATURAL &lt;br /&gt;31- What was your first reaction after giving birth? Uncontrolable tears and joy&lt;br /&gt;32- How big was the baby(s)? 6lbs 12 oz 21in But I looked like he should have weighed about 2olbs&lt;br /&gt;33- Did your Husband cry? No he was all hyped up on all the Mt.Dew&lt;br /&gt;34- What did you name the baby(s)? Maverick Nephi Iverson&lt;br /&gt;35- Does his name have any significant meaning? Maverick is just an awsome name and of course Nephi is after daddy &lt;br /&gt;36- Did you have any visitors? Just my side of the family and friends and a few of Nephi's when we got home&lt;br /&gt;37- Did the baby(s) have any complications? He had what is called hypospadias (under developed pee pee) and had surgery for it at 6 months old. But looks good as new now ;) &lt;br /&gt;38- How old is your baby today? 19 months and growing way too fast!&lt;br /&gt;39- When is the next one(s) coming? Daddy wants to try next month, but the IUD and I have other ideas.&lt;br /&gt;40-If you could, would you do it all over again? Heavens yes this has been the some of the best times of my life&lt;br /&gt;NOW I TAG Lenzi, Bit(Kristin),Brynn, Caitie, Tami,Candice and anyone else who wants to do it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5326424588995453774-6266368212115544333?l=iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/feeds/6266368212115544333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5326424588995453774&amp;postID=6266368212115544333&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/6266368212115544333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/6266368212115544333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/2008/12/baby-tag.html' title='BABY TAG'/><author><name>Shawna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10526114922907555384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S4WQVZrAoiI/AAAAAAAABnw/LZPApbCWUUg/S220/HP1+232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SVK4wV0tOVI/AAAAAAAABA4/ixL5drgcbPM/s72-c/baby+Maverick+047.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5326424588995453774.post-6004277645547160321</id><published>2008-12-18T21:17:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T21:29:56.424-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Words</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SUsiyqR8RfI/AAAAAAAAA_8/_CkB6krOTC4/s1600-h/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SUsiyqR8RfI/AAAAAAAAA_8/_CkB6krOTC4/s320/016.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281353241760384498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no words to express the love I have for my son. I remember thinking back to my life even 5 years ago and the memories are not good. I truly never thought in a million years I would EVER be a mother. I just shut the idea out of my head. Even though my first marriage was awful you cant blame a women for wanting a child. I remember pleading with heavenly father in my prayers to please bless me with a baby. I remember every month thinking that I was pregnant and crying when I found out I wasnt. The pain is unbearable. The day I found out I was finally pregnant was a day that forever changed me. Of course I didnt believe the first test or the second, and really who askes the doctor if you can keep the test I took there?, oh yeah that is me I totally did. Meeting Maverick for the first time was overwhelming. I physically felt Heavenly Fathers love surround me and burn in my chest. Having him in my life over the last 19 months is surreal. I love being a mom at Christmas even though he doesnt know whats going on, I do and its wonderful. We made these Santa's today and I had to share it with you. How momish to have him on the fridge hanging by an orange magnet. Im sure this is just the start to many other fridge debuts but I love it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5326424588995453774-6004277645547160321?l=iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/feeds/6004277645547160321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5326424588995453774&amp;postID=6004277645547160321&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/6004277645547160321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5326424588995453774/posts/default/6004277645547160321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iversonfamilyof3.blogspot.com/2008/12/no-words.html' title='No Words'/><author><name>Shawna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10526114922907555384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/S4WQVZrAoiI/AAAAAAAABnw/LZPApbCWUUg/S220/HP1+232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBitkeCqyzo/SUsiyqR8RfI/AAAAAAAAA_8/_CkB6krOTC4/s72-c/016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry></feed>
